This morning, I headed out back to cut the lawn, which had grown leggier in the past rainy week.
I finished in about an hour, just as the sun hit a hot high noon.
I came into the kitchen, where our daughter was heating up Chinese leftovers.
With a satisfied sigh I said:
"The mow is lawned."
Perhaps I should start wearing a hat out there.
|Sun-dappled lawn with maple.|