“It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.”
“In summer, the song sings itself.”
~William Carlos Williams
One of the things that I love the most about summer is being able to mow the lawn. Most people dread this weekly chore, but for some reason I have always found a certain comfort in the simple act of walking back and forth with my trusted mower. Strange? Perhaps. But it is a whole lot cheaper than going to a therapist.