Dad’s right: With all the recent sunshine, rain, and fertilizer, the lawn has gotten really high, really fast. And I had every intention of mowing it tomorrow, as per his suggestion, until Charlotte beat me to it.
There she was, around 3 AM, out in the moonlight in her little yellow nightie—mowing not only our yard, but the knee-high grass in the empty lot next door. I have a hunch there may be some complaints from some of the neighbors later this morning, but as for me, I intend to sleep in, and let someone else deal with them.
Sweet dreams to anyone else still up at this very wee hour (and, like me, about to hit the sheets), and a very good morning to all my early bird friends. Have a wonderful Wednesday!