One of the quintessential sounds of summer is the sound of a lawnmower. Personally I could live without it. It is too loud for me. That is my random observation for the morning. I am sitting at my sister Diane’s house, listening to a neighbor being ambitious (mowing the lawn prior to 9 a.m.? Isn’t there some rule of etiquette about that?), and trying to make a Lame Post Friday blog post. Quite frankly, I don’t got much, except for a little bit of a headache.
I throw in a picture to pep things up. This is from May 2017, a “before” shot of my container garden, which I used to have in those days. I am hoping to have a container garden this year, but this is not the weekend it will happen. This weekend is about cleaning the inside of my house. I hope.
Here is a picture from May 2021 at Diane’s house. It shows me, Diane, our mother, and our sister Vicki. I am wearing a tie-dye shirt and pearls again today, but different shirt and pearls (my late, beloved husband Steven and I between us wore out that shirt, and I have many pearls) (although I do not clutch them) (but I digress).
Diane and I will be returning to Herkimer this morning, where she will help me in my quest to get rid of things and clean my house. I am afraid, however, I may be distracted with taking her to some of my favorite places to go for Mohawk Valley Adventures. I will rationalize such behavior on the grounds that it will make for better blog posts.





















