the best-laid plans gang two-thirds agley
I started the day with A Plan! Today I was going to Cut Things! In the morning, mow the lawn; after that, whack the weeds beside the driveway; in the afternoon, get a haircut. It didn't all go according to The Plan: mowing the lawn, yes, alternating between the extremely dusty bare patches and the extremely densely grown green. But then the cord of the weed whacker turned out to be jammed; I spent some time trying to tinker with it, and some time trying to look for the manual, both fruitlessly, and eventually put it off for another time. Then showered and cleaned up, and headed out for a haircut; but the place closes at 4:00 on Sundays, and the crowd already waiting at 3:30 was enough to take up the half-hour (and maybe then some), so again it got put off. But really, if only one of the three got done today, the lawn was the most important one. (Still, must go looking for that manual, or poke around online.)
The purple rhodos were in the act of opening during the mowing time; the whites remain tightly furled.
The purple rhodos were in the act of opening during the mowing time; the whites remain tightly furled.