The first mowing

Even though we may see frost tomorrow morning, John Weeks is mowing my lawn. The dogwood, pink, by the house is about to unfurl; the smoke tree by the studio that this weekend I thought was dead, has bright green tips. I want to go for a long walk with Mr. Lee, but we're ensconced until mowing stops.
I wore my new t-shirt, THIS SLUT VOTES!, to the Empty Bowl yesterday at Floyd HS with Alma. Several folks were delighted by it, but I garnered some disapproving looks. Perhaps the eyes did not recognize the reference. I both wanted to strut and to cross my arms over my chest; in an awkward solution, I bent over my delicious asparagus/mushroom soup from Mickey G's.
ah, fini!