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I know, I’m late this morning. You’re not going to believe what I did.
First thing, I was a little riled upon waking up, because when I finally get a good sleep that lasts till seven, it would be my watering day, the one day when I really need that extra twenty minutes.
I rush out to start the sprinkler in the front yard, but as I am setting the sprinkler, I notice that it is not just a little cloudy this morning, it is thickly overcast, like it might even rain. Of course, I wasn’t expecting it to start raining any time this century, but I was ready to seize a good mowing opportunity.
I even got all three cats inside at once for breakfast. Okay, Ash was playing coy, but she still came in within the minute on her own. My opportunity couldn’t be clearer if God shouted down, “Well, are you going to fucking mow or what?”
A pretty comfy mow in the middle of August in the middle of an historic heatwave. Was I missing my chances in previous years, too set on the idea of the evening mow? Maybe not. As I recall, the grass would often be drenched in dew in the early morning hours. Maybe this year is just so dry, we aren’t even getting dew, and I am able to enjoy a little compensation for this wretched heat in the way of a more convenient morning mow.
First thing, I was a little riled upon waking up, because when I finally get a good sleep that lasts till seven, it would be my watering day, the one day when I really need that extra twenty minutes.
I rush out to start the sprinkler in the front yard, but as I am setting the sprinkler, I notice that it is not just a little cloudy this morning, it is thickly overcast, like it might even rain. Of course, I wasn’t expecting it to start raining any time this century, but I was ready to seize a good mowing opportunity.
I even got all three cats inside at once for breakfast. Okay, Ash was playing coy, but she still came in within the minute on her own. My opportunity couldn’t be clearer if God shouted down, “Well, are you going to fucking mow or what?”
A pretty comfy mow in the middle of August in the middle of an historic heatwave. Was I missing my chances in previous years, too set on the idea of the evening mow? Maybe not. As I recall, the grass would often be drenched in dew in the early morning hours. Maybe this year is just so dry, we aren’t even getting dew, and I am able to enjoy a little compensation for this wretched heat in the way of a more convenient morning mow.
