Let me start out by saying that “Insanity” is the act of repeatedly doing a task, expecting the outcome to be different. This isn’t entirely the case here. My neighbor has a very nice garden. She has such a small amount of grass, that she probably could cut it with a pair of scissors.
“Sad is the day that you have to strap an internal combustion engine to your body to rake the leaves”
She’s at it again. Now, mind you that I don’t even do yard work, that’s for George the hired hand. So there she is, at it doing it all. But I really think the blower is overkill, and the matter that she blows the pine straw, dust, and leaves halfway into the streets that boarder her corner lot. If it makes her happy, all the better. I’m just amused about it anyway. She’ll never win, nature will overcome us all.
