I’m devoting much of this afternoon to pulling dandelions from the front lawn. I have many dandelions. So many in fact that if you would like some, I will share. I have a weapon of mass destruction called “grampa’s weeder” that allows me to squeeze the bastards by the roots and yank them out without destroying my back. I hope the person who invented this device is very rich  by now.

It doesn’t look like I’ve made a dent in them yet, and here I am taking a break. I’m going to avoid it a little longer by having a beer and making mushroom soup. I don’t feel I have to win this battle. I only have to be in the game.

I consider the front lawn to be a temporary condition in any case…a resting point until I bit by bit madly turn the whole thing into a perennial jungle. I don’t really understand the attraction of having just one kind of plant in a yard. Grass is boring. Granted, the dogs like to roll in it. Fair enough. I’ll keep a little patch.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, beer and mushroom soup. It doesn’t get much better. Well, not true. It does get better. Earlier while I was stalling starting the dandelion job, I fired up some charcoal and started slow smoking some turkey legs. One of our cats, Jerry, loves bbq. He’s been supervising the turkey operation and I think he approves. I got the bbq going right after setting up the little pool for the Newfs. They can barely fit in it, but at one time I had both crowding in there cooling off. It was a very satisfying way to procrastinate.