One Hot Mama - Post 28

Hey, if Abe Lincoln can post about "Virgins" and running naked through the cornfield on his blog, I'm going to take credit for being a "hot mama." I worked in my back yard this morning, while it was relatively cool -- just 89 degrees, and only a few clouds to block the sun occasionally. Right now, I am not a "thing of beauty" since my UK ancestor-genes do not take kindly to this level of heat and humidity. A common saying in the southern states of the U.S. is "horses sweat, men perspire, and ladies glow." If you could see me at present, you'd just give me a bag of oats!

I have errands to run this afternoon, so I'm taking my "cool-down" time to post, since I haven't done so for several days. So this won't be a total waste of your time, I'm including a couple of photos of my day lillies. I'll try to post a few more photos later. I took quite a few after I did the mowing. Have I told you I "love" day lillies?

All the rain we've had in the past week or so has turned my back yard into a veritable jungle. I used the weed-eater on Monday to trim the perimeter and around the flower beds, but left the center unmowed as it was threatening rain, again, and rain it did -- another severe thunderstorm. However, it didn't last long, and we didn't get a whole lot of rain with this particular storm. Yesterday was a rain-free day for a change, so things had an opportunity to dry out a bit. I chose this morning to try to get the mowing done.

I sprang out of bed (hahaha), dressed, swallowed my obligatory daily prescriptions, made a cup of coffee and bopped out the door -- not too early, mind you; the dew needed to dry off a bit -- only to be unable to start the lawnmower. The pull rope broke off inside the mower! RATS! I got on the phone to my wonderful son-in-law who brought me one of his mowers -- a self-propelled one, at that! He took the other mower with him to be repaired. Good guy!

Now... please notice that I have not said that he volunteered to mow the lawn for me! My children (and their spouses) have learned over time not to assume that I cannot "do things," even if I am an old lady. When I need/want help, I'll ask for it, and they are very happy to oblige me when that occurs. I've found that it's better for my all-round health and mental well-being to do as many things as possible myself. I call it "healthy activity;" my children sometimes call it "stubbornness."

OK -- I'm cool enough to get in the shower! Ta!