Morning Chores

The elderly retainer mowed the front lawn this morning while his wife slept in. The dog, being wise, got up, ate breakfast, and then wandered back to bed. I had planned to get out before the sun was too high but I lollygagged. By the time the gardening chores were impeccably finished the neighbors who strolled past were probably wondering about the sweaty madman staggering about my yard, looking for a stray leaf.

The backyard will be done in stages. More time is required to reclaim it from the ravages of the dog.