The wind blows softly today, as though wishing to gently kiss the grass. After the rains, the grass has turned green. Unfortunately this means that the weeds in the garden have also exploded in all their glory. Saturday will be spent weeding the garden.
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th. I have never held to a belief in luck, so it is of no consequence to me. It is the eve before Tina's youngest daughters birthday. ...