This needs doing…

Critical. Srsly.

This is what I’m doing today. The yard needs to be put to bed. Snow’s comin’. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But — it’s comin’!

This is good. I’ll burn a calorie. Mr. G, honey has disappeared upstairs, mumbling something about writing a proposal. Does that proposal have the phrase Saturday afternoon nap in it?

Heading out to smell the leaf mold.

Raking Leaves

Elen