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When I got home after the weekend, it was really dry around here. That made mowing a much less urgent line item on the to-do list. Then it rained on Monday, and suddenly everything got dramatically taller. Cyndie’s garden of perennials has become rather crowded.

The dianthus looks almost electric with its intensity of color in the sunlight.

The jewelweed has filled out to a point that it almost swallows the entrance to some of our pathways.

It has reached the point where I need to be trimming the branches encroaching on our trails as much as I need to be mowing grass, and I have yet to catch up with knocking down the growth under all of our fence lines.

Yesterday, I squeezed in a test ride on my bike to see if I’ve made any progress tightening fasteners to eliminate the bothersome clicking. The ride didn’t take long because the click is still there. Further troubleshooting will commence during the next period of daytime rain that occurs, which may be today, if the forecasts prove correct.

We have been informed by the weather service that there are elevated possibilities for severe storms in our area today. I’ll be watching the sky and compulsively checking the pretty colors on the radar to keep tabs on what’s coming our way… between periods of mowing and trail trimming, that is.

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