Beyond our picnic at Ken Thompson Park on Saturday, our weekend was mainly filled with movies and naps. It was wonderful…until Monday. Because then, all the things that should have been done over the weekend were glaring at me – the knee-high grass especially. So I complained to John last night, dusting off a vague recollection of him saying he would mow the grass last week, and woke up to this.
Maybe I should thank him for my 30+ stem bouquet.