Today is the last day of April, and the gardener has not shown up for a second time for which I've already paid him. The handwriting is on the wall. I must find a new gardener. I think I'm a very nice person and maybe that is allowing him to not show up, but even I, sucker with a capital S, know when to quit paying a gardener only in theory. It's just he's been my gardener for over ten years. Where's the loyality? Obviously, only on my side, and the boat has tipped so far over that capsizing is eminent.
It's warming up this week to summer levels. I slept with the fan on last night. I love it. I'm going to go out there today and get me some rays! My husband says the cabin is warm as well, and he has the deck furniture out and can sit out and bask. The dogs can bark at people on the path. All is right.
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