Old Man Summer

Those who know me best know I much prefer cloudy, cold, dreary, wet, drizzly, autumn leaves sticking to your windshield, with heavy snow in the forecast kind of days to summer. It's not that I hate summer, it's just that where I live I can sit in an air conditioned house with a ceiling fan on high with all the lights off & the drapes drawn & still sweat bucket loads. Today however, was a gift from above. Highs were in the 70's. Though the underlying gift was the non existent humidity. Stranger than fiction. It's as if The Almighty threw me one last celestial bone before we are to be lambasted with four months of "lows in the 90's" with 99% humidity. In honor of this most rarest of days I chose to cut my grass. I have found I can get all manner of manual labor done with zero humidity. Next month I shall be torching my yard with the devine smell of highly flamable petrolium via my local shell station. Don't knock it till you've tried it. Yellow grass has gotten a bad rap over the years. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder & in my eyes a scorched yard is like the rarest delicate crocus that blooms but once in a lifetime. ;0>