Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ah…..First cool front of the season and an almost frighteningly beautiful morning here at Port Swiller Manor!  It’s going to be one of those days in which Ol’ Robbo looks for extra things to do just as an excuse to stay out in the yard that much longer.

This weather is about three weeks early this year, our first cool push usually coming around the second week of September.  (Remember 9/11?)  I guess that means that creepy Swedish child-prophetess of Mother Gaia can turn her boat around and go right back where she came from.  And if she cares to take Bernie Sandernista and his latest Green Nude Eel (which calls, I believe, for the beggaring of the entire population and the literal ritualistic sacrifice of anyone associated with energy production), well, I for one would not complain.

Whelp, time to go revel and frolic.

UPDATE:  When Ol’ Robbo was but a grade-schooler, one of his proudest achievements was learning the vocabulary word “serendipity”.  The grass this morning was tall and very wet from yesterday’s rain, and a hard slog for my mower.  That it ran out of gas just after I completed my final pass across the yard was truly serendipitous.