Last Saturday night The Yard Man and I ate corn-on-the-cob on the porch. It was late in the evening, and it was already dark by the time we finished. But I could still see that there was a buttery mess on the floor! I'll have to admit, Reader Dear, I was very tempted to shrug my shoulders. But I got out the hose and was in the process of hosing off the porch, making things tidy. All of a sudden, congratulatory fireworks exploded nearby!
Wow. I felt so rewarded for doing the right thing!
Well, and then tonight, I haven't done
a lick of work since it got dark.
There are fireworks bursting in air