Last gasp of Summer this week, forecast says 80s and 90s from tomorrow on. 60s right now. We shall see.
Looks warm there.
First day of preschool. Pray for Oso.
If she wrecks, that’s a whole lotta road rash.
We’re running low on Summer, folks. School has already started in some (commie) school districts. Beaches will be cold and empty soon, but at least we won’t be mowing too many more times.
I think they call this “glistening”.
My workday ambushed me as I was getting this ready, thus the delay. Plus I was up a little late brainstorming with the wife about how to deal with Possum’s extremely limited menu (far, far fewer than the ’30 items’ standard for picky eaters).
A day at the lake.
Weekend was absolutely awful for yard work. It was either too hot to be outdoors, or a torrential downpour of rain. Saturday afternoon I stepped on a roofing staple that pierced my heel.
Did you know Walgreen’s does tetanus/diptheria/pertussis shots?
Beach jeans.
So if you ever let parts of your lawn “go” in the hopes of making hay out of it, you’ll get some surprises. You may find that some of it is actually rye and timothy, which will grow tall and straight and will become hay readily, but you’ll likely also find that quite a bit of it… doesn’t. You’ll see some grass that has thin, whispy blades that fall down, twist into cowlicks, and generally get matted like a long-haired cat with bad grooming habits. If you subsequently try to mow that, you’ll learn that there’s a limited amount of torque your mower is actually capable of exerting, and you’ll get to do a few restarts, assuming you can even clear the deck and let the blade spin again.
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