I didn't do a dang thing I was supposed to do. Instead I raked the leaves away from the fence line and from under the deck, and started a fire to burn them with in ye olde fire pit, using the old twigs and branches from last fall and winter. The birds got fresh water in the bird bath. The wind was gentle, the sun bright and the temperature was just oh so right. It was a glorious three hours. And now I'm tired. Good and tired. And a little bit sun-fried.
