The Friday forecast of rain, rain, rain was mostly right.
And still I fretted about the growing state of tangle of the grass at A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville.
The front was driving me nuts.
The back, doggone it, was not too far behind.
My dear wife Karen saw me fretting and told me not to worry.
Don’t worry, Mark, and thanks for sharing the beautiful green of your lawn with us.
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And I’d rather ben tangled up in green than tangled up in blue. ❤
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I am happy to pass the mowing duties around, Ann.
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hang in there, it will all be mowed soon…….)
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Soonest, Beth! You know me.
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It’s like when one needs a haircut and you just can’t get the time to go get it cut!
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In my past, yes, MBC.
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Ooops. Okay…like when your beard needs a trim! 🙂
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Indeed… it’s not going away. That beautiful green grass awaits you when it’s all dry!
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The grass is here for my mowing pleasure for many months, thankfully, Nance, indeed.
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