Dear Reader: do you exist? No matter: Lazy Gnome has lived up to the name recently and if any readers have given up, they cannot be blamed. So, here goes...

The rain gods have blessed our corner of the world lately--often. So much, in fact, there are reports from the agricultural industry that should the rain gods continue their generosity beyond that of the sun gods, getting the crops seeded on time for harvest may not be possible.

And so, these farmers wait. Not much they can do until somthing happenes to signify they can stop wiating and start acting. Lazy Gnome has this in common with those farmers: waiting. Unfortunately, Lazy Gnome finds herself with LOTS to do while waiting. Lots to do that she thought she would be able to defer or avoid throughout the summer, perhaps until the Autumn. LG is unable to convince herself to pull quack grass from amongst daylilies that could be mowed up and sent to compost in a week, ignoring the half acre of quickly sprouting thistle, and simply cannot be bothered to properly edge the lawn that will be torn up soon...it will be soon, right? The snarled upper lip of alley-way dog walkers is getting under LG's skin, conscious as she is that the "view" ain't exactly a vista of beauty for her neighbours...

LG has been waiting since mid-April for part one of The Project: the removal of the crap currently masquerading as lawn and landscaping. In late May, the landscaper advised that LG's name was getting to the top of the list. Even then, LG was somewhat perplexed, having assumed that things could start any time as she is ready and rarin' to go! But, the landscaper's note clearly referenced "all this horrible weather!"

Really?

Has it been all that bad? Certainly not in April. Yes, there were those couple of unseasonable bouts of snow, but in LG's (albeit poor) memory, it has been cool more than wet, and even after the rain the ground seems to dry out quickly enough.

But, if farmers can't sow, it stands to reason the landscaper is stalled, too...right?

So, we wait, LG and the farmers...


What may be done at any time will be done at no time.~~Scottish Proverb

Nothing really belongs to us but time, which even he has who has nothing else. ~~Baltasar Gracian

The butterfly counts not months but moments, And has time enough. ~~Rabindranath Tagore

Punctuality is the thief of time. ~~Oscar Wilde