Thrift

The season of Thrift. Glorious magenta against that bright blue sky.

Sue and I could not get the lawnmower started. The grass is nearly a yard (meter) high. We tried using the weedeaters (she had three) and burned up two of them. Sometimes we feel like bumbling fools. When we have broken, burned up, or ruined everything we possibly can, then we just go to the beach and enjoy the beauty.