12th
June
2006
If only I had a baler
My turn to push the lawn mower around today. After what seems like a week of rain; OK, after a week of rain, the grass was lush, thick, just like the stuff we dream of when it comes time to pitch a tent or something similar. Instead, I spent an hour cutting the stuff, and then getting on with life.
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