Life is like a box of grass clippings




This cloud was a rather ominous presence... To my eyes, it was a big genie coughing out a puff of 'bad news' fog. And indeed it was the harbinger of doom... it's rained all night.

Grass grows, especially on fertile Correzian hills. It keeps me busy! As you may know, the secondary reason for mowing is to find and safely return Kevin's golf balls. Sorry Kevin, but this one didn't make it. I sliced it.


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