Music:Didn't make sense not to live for fun, your brain gets smart but your head gets
Lawnmower man came today, for the first time this season. It was lovely to come home to a trimmed lawn, garden edges neat and tidy, and the scent of freshly-mown grass still faintly lingering. We badly need rain, though, as the brown spots in the yard can testify. Most of my plants so far have managed to hang in there, but the lawn is struggling.