En route, I checked my email and my brother Will [who owns the Cape house now w Kelly] said something about mowing the lawn up here, that we might need to.
But when we pulled in near 11:30 pm, our headlights shone on a 3-foot tall meadow! Oh man. I was dreading leaving our own home looking so shaggy and Dan fixed it. But now we arrive at another place 300 miles away and the mower has to be hauled out.
God must be trying to tell us something. This lawn is so tall, I was afraid I would lose Sugar in it--and that a stealthy Cape Cod fox would find her under the moonlight.
Good night. Lawn mowing and cleaning on the weekend agenda. Such are the realities of this family house.