Lilacs

Makes all that mowing, weeding, pruning, cursing, hair-pulling and prayers to Mother Nature worthwhile.

Stress Diary 4-19

Must mow the lawn - which means getting gas from a container into the tractor itself. My favorite local station, which used to actually PUMP THE GAS FOR YOU, is out of business.

So, I had to buy a new gas container because the old one seemed a bit to, well, old to be reliable for this new venture. But the container is small enough to be worn as a hat by the typical gas pump nozzle, so HTH am I going to get the gas into the tractor?

And let's add a deadline - tomorrow, it will rain. Crap.

I so miss having a front porch. Sitting out there on a summer evening... the best.

I love to mow. Not.

The intense heat wave has given way to rain, rain, rain. I feel like a prisoner in this house. To step outside kicks in the mild but irritating asthma attack, so the yard is showing the effects of much rain and much neglect. I'll need a machete by the time I'm able to cut the grass.