I started out the day with the best of intentions.
It's a holiday.
I'll clean house.
I'll scrub the kitchen.
I'll do the laundry.
Then I took a brief, brisk walk.
my way back, I noticed an offending rose-bush branch that had plopped
itself right over my sidewalk. That rose bush was wildly out of hand.
Stepping inside for a pair of lawn shears, I noticed that my kitchen
window was sadly cloudy; maybe if I trimmed the rosebush out of the way,
I could reach it without scratching my arms and give it a wash.
Sigh. The house is still in dire need of straightening. Maybe tomorrow.
But hey! It's spring! And the weather outside is exhilarating!
And I'm not the only one who's going to think so. Somebody loves "plowers".