The grass was too high ...

The grass was too high. There had been nearly 10 days of rain.


But yesterday there would be only a few raindrops: a weird meteorological mash of foreboding clouds, blue skies, then overcast again, then high wind.

The lawn was mowed. And the reward was simple: an Amber Ale and a plate of pasta and broccoli. Al fresco.


Sometimes simple suffices.