Some time Wednesday evening, one of the Neighborhood Babes dropped off a sack of newsletters, which I, in heavy crash mode after a busy day at the shop, didn’t notice until this morning. So the first order of business once I got home today was to deliver the newsletters to the folks on the block and, intermittently, to irritate a visiting puppy who objected in principle to people on foot which would be followed by a perfunctory (all it deserves at the moment) mowing job out back.
Bad idea. The combination of multiple vehicles and narrow driveways means occasional trips across the grass, and at the moment, what with five inches of rain in the past week, the ground is, as Trini puts it, “squishy”: the ridiculously-small wheels on the ol’ Lawn Hog would sink all the way to the axle were I to try such a thing. Fortunately, we’ve had maybe six hours of sunshine in two weeks: the darkness, as it were, plays hell with my sense of well-being, but it also retards lawn growth. (The weeds of course don’t give a damn, but I’ve done a fair amount of de-weeding already.) And it’s supposed to rain tonight and tomorrow and probably most of the rest of the month.