The rain has given our grass a growth spurt. It's waving in the breeze and curling up the sides of the house. I can't see the rock that marks the cat's grave, that's the rock that is not mower friendly. But it is a nice shade of green.
I've scraped some of the dead leaves out of the herb and flower beds. All the mess is hiding in the tall grass. I just hope I have all the little rocks where the mower won't terrorize them later.
Everything seems better when I'm with the herbs. They are quiet and grow while I'm not looking.
I have to venture out soon, get the mail, go to the drug store, get cards for Mama to send.
Then writing.
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