Early morning fog.
It’s since burned off and the sun is shining.
I did a bit too much outside yesterday, but it was worth it. I pruned the wild roses down by the mailbox so the path for the mail truck was clear. I pruned more wild roses here and there and pruned both of our prickly bushes. I weed whacked. And I finished mowing the front lawn, then I did the corral and the secret garden. I’ll hit the back forty in a few days. Oh, and the lilac side of the front lawn. (The expected rain never came, thank goodness.)
Exhausting, but satisfying.
All day long you could hear lawn mowers starting up. Everyone was out there tackling their overly long grass after over a week of rain. I was going to wait until today to do the secret garden because it was so wet back there, but the grass was easily 8 inches long, so I mowed it.
Then I came in, took a shower, turned on the heating pad, and rested for the remainder of the day. And bonus: Don (with just a wee bit of help from me in opening packages) made both lunch and dinner.
We watched The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. This is the final season and I think it’s the best season ever. That’s saying a lot because it’s consistently brilliant. I will miss it so much that I’ve already decided I’ll watch the whole thing all over again. And most likely – again.
Two more days until – fingers crossed – bandage removal.
Today is my beloved brother’s birthday. He passed away in 1991. Happy Birthday, Dave. I miss you.
It’s also his youngest son’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Eric.
Stay safe.
Happy Saturday.
