Close, So Close

I had Jake mow the front yard today. He’s so skinny that I worried that the lawn mower would be too heavy for him; but it wasn’t! I didn’t say anything to him about the occasional strip of uncut grass; frankly, I was more worried about him mowing over my husband’s precious, foot and a half American chestnut tree; because the ensuing scream of agony and heartbreak would have been heard from space.