So... George sees me leave after I got Mum back from her daily walk at the grocery. I waved. He waved. I went to the corner store for a pack of smokes. I got back about ten minutes later and who do I see trespassing on MY property armed with a rechargeable Whipper Snipper? Gwan, ya got three guesses and the first two don't count.

"I figured I should whipper-snip before I mow because if you try to mow something that high, it just makes a mess. If you can't mow you can always ask me and I'd be glad to do it." Not what he said two years ago when I offered to pay him to do it when my lawn mower broke down.

I said I had planned to mow it yesterday but my other chores got my back pretty bad so I intended to do it this evening. Alas and aslack, the thunderstorms have moved in as forecast. Oh woe is me. No mow fo' me. I'll bet the glorious yellow blossoms will be tenfold by tomorrow with the rain and warm temp today. And, wouldn't ya just know it... rain again tomorrow. Gee, a guy just can't get ahead.

Here's the kicker. He w-snipped and all those seeds got pummelled into the lawn by the driving rain... along with all the ones I picked yesterday eve and early morn today and spread in the bare spots from where the big-ass and small-ass shrubs were removed last fall.

"Looks like hell after a few years." Not to a bee and not to me.

Rap... ANN Murray? ANN? BLASPHEMY says I. As for Gale, well, she's a fellow British Commonwealther so yer allowed. Kiwi's are cool mate.