. . . and Dennis Wins
Yesterday we had an additional 2.75 inches of rain − just when the garden was getting to the point that my shoes did not become heavy with mud.
We’ve had a very laid back Father’s Day . . . until 4:30 this afternoon. I thought I could hear an additional noise over the detour traffic, and sure enough, rounding the corner of the garage was Dennis on his trusty riding lawn mower. I went out to enjoy a sit on the patio and Dennis assured me he was just checking the mower over and that tomorrow we would be doing the lawns. As we sat and enjoyed the breeze that was drying the air the twinkle in Dennis’ eyes spoke volumes.
Well, I am here to tell you that by 6:30 this evening the lawns have been mowed. After all it was Dennis’ Father’s Day and he won by a landslide. By the way . . . the lawns do look wonderful.