I haven't cut the lawn since pre-festival.
needless to say, it's getting to be like a hay field.
'Touff is happy about it. Fynn is annoyed with it. It towers over Fynn... he spends all his time pushing at it, hoping it'll move out of his way. Jelly steps over it gingerly.
I need two things to happen. I need the sun to shine, and I need to find a mower to borrow.
**photo from the ratpack camping trip. good times had by all, even by Miss Jelly... once I figured out she needed to be wrapped like a burrito at night to beat the cold.