I arrived at the church this week all set to mow it. And found the cute little clover field had been overrun with grass and weeds knee high or taller. My dinky little battery-operated mower made a valiant effort but ran out of juice within ten minutes. My lovely neighbour came to the rescue with his ride'em lawnmower and saved me from having to hack it down with a scythe. I tell you, the kindness of people in small towns knocks your socks off.
Saturday, August 17, 2024
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