12 May 2004
Gray skin rots in the hot sun
I fought the lawn, and the lawn won.
Actually, I'd subdued about 94 percent of the area in question when the mower sputtered to a halt. Out of gas. Screw this, I thought, and went back inside to catch my breath and start dinner.
Later, I popped back into the yard, surveyed the scene, and contemplated the possibility of finishing up, when a wandering cloud, obviously tickled at the prospect, dumped a lot of water on the premises and moved on just as fast as possible.
So six percent of the back yard gets ignored this time around. Fortunately, it's not one of the areas that grows most quickly.