The Sun
The sun made its appearance at noon and as if Dennis got the green flag at Indie, it was on.
The Sears mower with new blades did a great job on the grass that got soft where it grew in the shade.
My intent was to use the weed whip around the house. I leaned it on the bench by the back door and put on garden shoes. Hmm. The weed whip never moved.
I went to pull up a weed next to the picket fence. Oh my gosh, with the rain, that weed pulled up great. And . . . so did the next one and the next one and so on and so on.
After several hours I called “Uncle.” I made huge strides in all that could get pulled. With my trusty six inch rake I pulled all that unwanted stuff into a windrow to the backyard. Just as if we had made plans ahead of time, Dennis came and ground my pile of weeds up and the wind did a pretty good job of scattering said stuff.
Dennis did use the weed whip and the area around the house looks great.
I took out a package of vegetable beef soup this morning. Great supper plan.
By the way, we never made it west to Windom yesterday for supper. As we were heading west, the A & W sign beckoned us at Mountain Lake. The burgers were good and the A & W was fantastic.
The blue barn acre wasn’t on the schedule for mowing today. If Dennis breaks up the time he sits on a jiggling lawn mower, his back feels better. Not to worry, the sun is going to make a return visit tomorrow.
Also, one more . . . by the way. Today is international “Son’s Day.” Let me tell you . . . the kid I have is on my calendar every day as a. . . one of a kind. He has the heart of a warrior, a mind that knows no puzzle and the soul swelling with kindness and gentleness. The Old Adam did not spoil what he is.