If there is a high point of my week, especially in the summer, it is that one evening each week when I leave the office early, go home and put on my grubby clothes, and climb aboard my lawn mower.
No computers, no commas, no phone calls. Just me, the yard, and a beautiful summer night.
Last week, I had spent the night crisscrossing my property, getting things in tip-top shape, when I ran into a snag.
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