Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Yeah, Ol’ Robbo prolly shoulda cut the grass this weekend after all. But I’d swear it saved up all its growth until last night. I hate when it does that.
Grr.
Gratuitous Tuesday Morning UPDATE: Ol’ Robbo has been worried that he hasn’t seen the resident vixen the past week or so and the other day observed buzzards lurking near her den. I had feared the worst. But this morning she ran down along my fence and into the woods, so all is well. Also, there’s a brand new fawn in the neighborhood. Adorable. (As long as I’m compelled to telecommute, I work on my back porch as much as possible.)
The Port Stands At Your Elbow 
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June 22, 2020 at 12:37 pm
rbj1
Saw a bunch of folks out mowing this morning, when I took the dogs on their earlier than usual long walk. Hell’s front porch season has arrived.
June 22, 2020 at 2:46 pm
Robbo
It has that.
Also, grilling out last evening I got eaten alive by the skeeters.
June 22, 2020 at 4:33 pm
Joseph Moore
Mowed late morning on Father’s Day, as I could not imagine a more dad thing to do than mow the lawn.
June 23, 2020 at 7:19 am
Robbo
It was still too wet here after a lot of rain Saturday. I might have managed it later Sunday afternoon, but Mrs. R gave me a bottle of Pimm’s to celebrate the day and I got a bit distracted.
June 23, 2020 at 7:38 am
Robbo
Oh, and on Dad things to do:
“DAAAA-aaad!! There’s a wasp in our bathroom!!”
June 24, 2020 at 3:11 pm
NOVA Curmudgeon
Keep the deer in your neck of the woods please. They’re eating our garden like it was an all you can eat salad bar. We’ve started planting deer resistant species in protest.
June 24, 2020 at 4:20 pm
Robbo
Same here. But since we got Decanter Dog, the beasties don’t seem to come into my back yard anymore, so I took down the wire cages from around my roses and so far, no casualties.