Warmish today, tomorrow and the next day even better. A pandemic might be on, but at least it’s spring. Except for those few crummy May days — and by that I don’t mean rain. Rain is usually good. What’s better than falling asleep to light rain? I mean any day cold enough to wear a jacket.

Saw a truck driving down the street the other day with “Lares Landscaping” painted on it. Landscaping is still ongoing. I don’t mention that to make a comment on business conditions or restrictions, just to say that the first thing I thought of was, what about Lares & Penates Landscaping? You know, trim your lawn to be on the good side of your household deities.

I have Mrs. Quarles to thank for that train of thought. Henna-haired, eccentric, garrulous — my high school Latin teacher. Or maybe my Latin professor at Vanderbilt, the bald, eccentric, garrulous Dr. Nabers.

We have a fine crop this year.

I refuse to put poison on my lawn just to prevent the annual sprouting of ephemeral dandelions. That’s a tenet of my landscaping. That and no more leaf raking. All through winter, leaves lay on my lawn. By May, they’re gone. So the point of raking leaves is… what?

The dog doesn’t mind the dandelions either (or brown leaves in season).
In a few days, when the lawn is dry enough, I will cut the dandelions down. They’ll be back before long.
Happy to report that once gasoline was put in the tank, the machine woke from its long nap — though not as long as some years, since I remember mowing last just before Halloween.