What is so rare as a day in June...'specially when it comes in April....

Me 'n L'il Willie 'n Mr. Dogger went for our reg'lar 'roundabout this mornin…well, we started but at the top of hill, looking down at The Corner (just a little salute to Old South Shore) 

We saw a multitude of turistas, prob'ly 50 or 60 or more…at least we guess they were turistas but we don't really know 'cuz we tacked 'n took a different route…not that I personally mind crowds 'slong as they're not large crowds 'n then my claustrophobia kicks in 'n I long for solitude…

Anyway, it's a beautiful Spring day here in Ol Fair Oaks (feels kind'a like June in Ky) so I tho't I'd do a little yard work (key word: little)…I have a tendency to walk around the yard snipping here, picking up there, 'n in general getting next to nuthin' done so t'day, I said to m'self, "Just stick with the little patch of front yard 'til it's done."  

Surprising how tiring raking can become in such a short time but being a professional piddler means that I c'n take as long as I want since I ain't paying me by the hour anyway…(if I wuz, I sure wudn't hire me)…

Following my standard practice of periods of work interspersed by rest periods until they begin to balance each other timewise, I managed to rake up all but the most ingrained stuff 'n pick up most of what I've raked…the rest'll have to wait until tomorrow…at least, that's my plan 'n as my sainted Momma use'ta say, quoting a one-time teacher, "Everybody needs a plan, Fritzi!"