It was a glorious morning for the first day of Spring, with a gentle steady rain and temps around 62 degrees.  Ahhhh!  Finally the creek is up, the ground is wet, the grass is green, and that means it will soon need to be mowed.   Uggghhh!

The riding mower's battery is dead.  We borrowed a battery charger from a neighbor, but after charging the beast all night, the rider still wouldn't start.  Rain is forecast off and on all week, so soon this grass will be terribly high.  I've pushed the first (read "way too high") mow of the season, and I swore to never do that again.  I am letting my men deal with that, though.

Then yesterday Josiah was vacuuming the porch.  I guess that sounds funny.  Our front porch is covered with that lovely classic green indoor/outdoor carpeting, and Josiah is responsible to make its greenness visible again each week.  We have birds' nests build on the tops of the porch's support pillars, and the nesting material tends to blow down all over the porch.  Likewise with miscellaneous leaves and those little helicopter thingies that come off our boxelder trees.

Anyway, he was vacuuming away, when our aged vacuuming cleaner made a whining, groaning noise and then exploded with a BANG!  I think I'd better put brooms on our Wal-Mart list.  = )