Grass

I'm sure by the time summer is in full swing, I'll be tired of it, but there is something calming about jumping on the tractor and mowing the yard. A nice breeze, a few spring clouds, and nobody arguing or asking for anything. I haven't worked up the energy to gas up the weed eater; it is much more violent and when the goat heads start embedding themselves in your ankles, it's hard to be philosophical about yard work.