Finally.
Global warming. Have eaten the first tomato, but I got them in late, so I’m not surprised.
Fun mowing. The old pole next door probably didn’t plan to mow until I did, then his wife, no doubt, said “Og is mowing! Go mow, you lazy old man” If looks could kill I’d be fucked up now.
I have a neighbor who is absolutely coumpulsive about his yard. So compulsive that he mows, trims and weeds my front yard, plants flowers and tends roses there as well. We’ve talked and as long as I’m ok with it he’s happy to have more front yard to care for. I hope he never moves. I buy whatever fertilizers ‘n stuff he needs whenever he needs it. It’s the least I can do. The actual least.
Gerry N.
Yes, we have one of these in our neighborhood. As yet he has not offered to mow my lawn. I remember when I was first in the neighborhood and all the old guys gave me the look when I was mowing before its time.
Ah, youth.