Relative Something

Weekend mornings get hectic for me during the Tour de France because I find it hard to take my eyes off the action. I make an exception when it is time to walk Asher and feed the horses. The sky reflected some of the action going on in the atmosphere but it wasn’t a complete surprise. We had a clue of what was coming from radar views I’d checked before heading out.

We were back in the house eating breakfast by the time the lightning and thunder arrived and the bike racers reached the finish line at the top of another mountain stage.

I’ll toss out a couple of images from yesterday’s handiwork. I used the mower and the trimmer to clean up around some edges after the pasture mowing the day before.

The place is beginning to look civilized again after having been gone for those ten days of uncontrolled grass growth while we were up at the lake.

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