Things on the lawn, or "Slaughter on 11th Ave."

After a weekend of ho-hum weather, last week was pretty much gorgeous. I mowed the lawn for the second time this year and began to find my rhythm in working outside again. I love coming home each day to a lush green lawn, blooming tulips and budding trees.

But then, last Tuesday I came home to find this, a cruel dump of a joke, nay, a ruthless murder on the front lawn!

This photo does not do it justice. It was an incredibly massive tangle of large branches and ill-fated buds. We knew the tree guy was coming at some point, but we didn't know this was a normal part of the process, to leave a gift behind like this. And it would be two days - TWO - before the guy came back to take it all away. In the meantime, birds began nesting in it. The leaves continued to grow out of it.

But it's gone now and we're ready for lawn games. Last weekend at a friend's BBQ, we got back into Cornhole mode. Our bean-bag-toss muscles were a little rusty, but I am able to boast that my team won the final match with very little daylight left. Thank you.