This week will be a bit frantic for me, with a family visit, a choir concert with dress rehearsal, a children’s recital (I’m in the back-up band), and some serious grocery shopping and house-cleaning to prepare for it all.

And the garden is a mess: plants to prune, litter to rake, and downed branches to collect. It’s suddenly warm and sunny, so the starting gun has been fired.

Hark! It’s Georgia with the lawn mower!