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Catcher Question

I need to mow my lawn again. The grass keeps getting too long before I cut it. And then there is sooo much to dump from my grass catcher.

To make things worse, there’s a problem with my grass catcher. The grass keeps clogging the opening:

When the grass is long, I try to mow up the incline so it blows down into the bag. But still….

I should do some internet research. Or if you want to, it’s an EGO brand mower. Let me know what you find.

Surprise Scent

I went to an orthodontist appointment yesterday. The office is right next to a Petsmart, so I went in there to get some Bruno supplies.

When I came out again, I was admiring the snake plants by the entrance, and then I noticed something – they were blooming!

Snake plant flowers are intensely fragrant. I’m having trouble describing the smell. Perfumy? I like it, but I could imagine there are some people who wouldn’t.

Munching and Mowing

My trip home was very nice. I had a little time in the Denver airport, so I stopped by the donut shop. On the second floor of the food court, there’s a bridge-thingy with tables and chairs on it that is airy and well-lit. It was a delightful place for a break.

When I got home, I slept a lot, which is weird, because a slept a lot on the plane. Does travel make me sleepy? I don’t remember that happening in the past.

Anyway, I still had daylight when I finally woke up, so I mowed my lawn. Good job, Brad!

Water Wishes

I keep thinking about the water garden I saw at the Getty villa. It reminded me of my pond in Baltimore. I miss water gardening.

I’ve been thinking about maybe trying some water gardening in containers. Or maybe I’ll dig a pond in my front yard…

Unwelcome Worm

I didn’t take a picture of anything yesterday, so here’s something from my camera roll. It’s a picture of a tomato worm – a giant, tomato-plant-eating critter that would have eventually turned into a tomato worm moth. The moths are giant, too, and look a little like hummingbirds. I remember them from my Grandpa Hummel’s farm. He would have us swat the moths with fly swatters.

I cut the branch off of the tomato plant and dropped it into my yard waste bin, which got picked up last Thursday. Good-bye, tomato worm.

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