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busy bees

I am actually sitting down. :)  Supper is almost ready. Bobby will be home from a CLE class in about 15 minutes (hopefully), and we should a few minutes after supper to feed the geese before heading out again.

Last week our riding lawn mower gave out. So we called the company to come pick it up for repairs. They've neither repaired it nor called us back yet. So the boys who normally cut our grass did exactly what Bobby told them HAD to be done and no more. :(  With all the rain this last week, the grass has been growing like crazy. Since last Saturday night (when we got home and found out they only worked a few hours), I've cut grass at least an hour every day. And I'm still not finished. I had hoped to finish it off today, but between aching feet and an afternoon appointment, that simply hasn't happened. Maybe it won't rain tomorrow and I'll be able to finish it (although the front yard already needs it again!).

On a better note, it is strawberry season in NC. I've made strawberry jam, and we're having cake topped with strawberries and cream cheese icing tonight. Last week we had strawberries in our salads for lunch, and we had them as our fruit this morning for breakfast. While I don't love strawberries as much as my sister and sister-in-law, I do think they're quite delicious. And if you don't know the story of the drama behind North Carolina's official state "red" berry, I suggest you read up on it. It's quite crazy.

Hope you have a berry good weekend! :)

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Jennifer said…
i might have to research that....Jacob is finishing his NC notebook project up this weekend.

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