Crab apple in bloom

One of my favorite [make believe] songs is, When it’s apple blossom time in Michigan, we’ll make a peach of a pair.  I enjoy “singing” the words for Sylvia.  She laughs when I do, and to me there is no sweeter sound in all the world than her laughter.

Conditions have been incredibly good for growing grass this year.  Which probably explains why I was unable to mow the lawn for two weeks.  People were beginning to wonder why there wasn’t a FOR SALE sign in front of our place.  It’s nearly time to mow again.  Please excuse my lack of enthusiasm.

The garden is in and the old folk are tired.  Well, it is almost in.  A few items need to be taken care of, but it will be okay.