Cliff said he's had enough mowing for today; his neck gets stiff from turning to look behind him. He headed out to do some more odd jobs, and I asked if he was going to be doing something dangerous, so I'd know whether to check on him. Nope, he said, he's just moving some lumber around. That man never quits. But he's happy when he's busy, so more power to him. Of course, he's racing now to get everything done that needs doing, because of starting back to work next Monday.
I'm praying for rain; it's rather scary to see the pasture so dry and dead-looking.
Oh, about the tomato fairy mentioned in the previous entry... I've been told next-door neighbor Marvin's wife is the one leaving them.