D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

I mowed the front lawn, doing my best to decapitate the clover so as to share its nitrogeny goodness with the compost pile. It was time; there were burrs in there. Also the housemate told me the neighborhood pressure group were leafletting in the afternoon while I slept. On an unrelated matter (bike lanes vs. parking), but still I am glad we were a bit more spring-cleaned.