Perfect Morning

 It was nice this morning as Phinnie and I strolled through the Meadow.  We saw some pretty wildflowers.

After walking, I sprayed weeds around the fence to nowhere Larry started to build before he passed away. It is fence posts with no barbed wire and it goes along the side of the yard and stops—going no where.  

After that, Siggie texted she left her computer at home.  I delivered it to the high school and then treated myself to two donuts— a glazed and a cinnamon sugar.  You’re the only one who knows I did this piggish act and not one but two donuts.

After eating the two sweets, I felt so guilty I mowed the lane to my house.  It’s not a quarter mile, but more than an eighth.  I had to push mow many trips and on each side of the road.  Laura sprayed the grass that had grown in the middle of it with Round Up this weekend.  We mixed it strong to do a good job.  I was really tired after mowing the lane and sat the rest of the afternoon and enjoyed all the birds that visited my feeders.  I took pictures and will share another day.

Please don’t tell anyone about me gorging  on the donuts.  I sufficiently punished myself by mowing for two hours.  

All this work I never used to do I just sat and watched my husband.   Woe is me.