I should have gone to the grocery store, but I figured that can wait a while.  We have no idea how long we’ll keep these cooler temperatures.  The day was pure bliss.

     I made a few inroads on the pond garden, filling two of my three trash barrels, ran the weed-eater all over the edges of the yard.  (All is ready for The Curmudgeon to mow if he’ll get off his can and do it.)  Came in the house shaking with exhaustion and drenched in sweat.  I rested and went back out.  Four more times I yanked weeds and ran the weed-eater until its two batteries died, taking short rest and water breaks in between.

     Funny, while the weed-eater was running, the frogs would sing with the noise.

     I didn’t get outside our fence but since I don’t see it, I don’t care.  The city can fine me, but when they do, they’d better fine the apartments and the cemetery too.