April showers.
Spring is in the air, the nip of winter still present in the morning makes me wonder how the lawn could possibly need to be watered already. I glance across the street only to observe my neighbor (the Boy Scout troop master) looking at his lawn, a perfectly manicured carpet of deep velvety green. He is also watering his lawn even though he is standing in his living room looking out his bay window with the flower box in front. Yes, he is one of those despicable people who care enough about how... Sign in to see full entry.