Day 7 First Mowing x:-( Third Bath

Well there's a day done.  This time Greg's doing the bath job...and I am being sympathetically idle.  She knew she had done it this time.  I wouldn't let her sit by me at the evening stick fire...so she went down to the ditch and took a bath.  That helped...helped me decide that it was Greg's turn to give her a bath.

So on a cheerier note, the first mowing was all that could be hoped for, the mower started up with little coaxing and kept going for three hours.  I only ran over one small wad of fence wire hidden in the grass at the far end of a stretch I don't normally mow.  Greg's convinced I do this sort of stuff on purpose, nonetheless, he lets me mow the yard all summer.  I was quite pleased with myself today, pushing areas of the edge that last year we got to too late.  O, if  I had the wings of pioneer, pioneer...off to the woods I would fly....  What I really need is a brush hog.  The neighbor's tractor is bigger than mine.  And, those wavy mower paths on the front lawn...Greg mowed that section.

I "invested" in bird seed today, black oiled sunflower seed for the cardinals and nyjer for the finches. I think I am  going to like St. Francis in the garden.  Someone to chat with over my morning coffee and evening wine.  Wishing you were here.