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A while ago, a friend of mine from both a geologic and political north of this place gave me a gift of a little folding knife. It's tremendously handy, but I think I've discovered one of its true callings. Today the weather is useful enough to make headway with the greenery, and I brought the knife along to settle in a pocket for trimming this and that. It also turns out the knife is excellent for rooting dandelions. In between passes of the soft trundle of the mower over the yard, I took moments to undo dandelions from the grass, and heaped them high on the picnic table. They are two bitter for wine, I think, so they ended up in the refuse bag. I'm making progress with the refuse bag. I need to start another one, particularly if I find the fortitude to go after the front lawn this evening. I should note here that there are violets in the grass now, and the feverfew is coming under control, and there is one lovely plain blue flower standing separate smack in the middle of the front lawn. It's a blue to fall into. I've managed to avoid mowing it so far.
In between all of that, the maples are sending a nice dapple over the hammock in high sun. Whilst there on break, I got treated to a soft breeze, several good clouds, and a view of one of the hawks, turning lazy circles in the big sky over the park.
Back to work.
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