I had a friend that apparently was very annoyed with me in May every year because I was always furiously working in my yard. Key word is “had”. When she decided that she should decide what I was supposed to do with my time, it became apparent that we needed to part ways.
Good one! Looks about right! I looked out over my lawn today. It is a sodden mess with leaves scattered around that had blown out of the woods just before a recent snowfall, and now they are worked down into the grass, nasty and wet. If I leave the soggy leaves there much longer, they will make bare holes in the lawn. I would like to go out and rake them up, but it’s below freezing, with a wind chill.
I hate that—when the sun is shining brightly on a winter day but it’s bitter cold—you feel tricked! Every day now, I am reading the daily and the hour-by-hour temperature forecasts.
