I mowed the grass. In shorts and a tank top, my ear buds blasting the White Stripes as I walked the mower back and forth.
Finally, I was finished and as I sat on the front porch I was amazed at the agility of the dandelion to duck and recover from each turn of my mower blade. Personally I like dandelions - and violets - and all other forms of non-grasses which grow in my lawn and give it color against the banality of a chemically enhanced sameness. It is the dandelions tenacity and perpetual beauty which inspires me.
On nights like these, it is a fend for yourself night. On our menu, which constituted grazing whatever sounded good: Swiss cheese and crackers, crab dip (from the previous crab toasts), ripe red skinned pears, macaroni & cheese, and the house made bagel sandwich.