a possibly daily look at my adventures with pie, now extending into my 58th year
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Just When Am I?
I think the big tree in the back yard is telling me it wants the hellish heat of late to give way to some autumn coolness. At least disposing of these downed leaves doesn't require raking; they'll get mangled and composted with the next lawn mowing. More things should be so simple.