There is nothing like a newly mown lawn to make every thing look under control.
This is an illusion.
Nothing is under control. I took a giant load of trash from under the house to the dump today, including a garbage can full of kindling infected with acrobat ants. Well, at least that's one thing that won't be blowing around the yard tonight. It's already howling, but meant to reach 60 mph.
And so, dear prospective houseguests: Bring work clothes. There will be yard cleanup, screens and windows to wash, painting to do (if it ever stops raining or winding) and then there are the doors, the porch swing and &.
Thanks for stopping by!
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