(diaryland) December 14, 2004 - 10:36 a.m.

Diane and I got in touch with our feudal sides on Sunday and we scythed the front yard.

Our front yard had gotten out of control. It had begun to look like a wheat field. So Diane got out some hedge trimmers and started going medieval on the grass' arse. Then I would descend with a rake and make a little pile. And in this way, we razed the entire front yard, which was a hell of a lot bigger than we remembered.

And thus, we made a tidy tythe with which to present Sir Roland with when he got home. He said that the yard looked pretty good, and we were glad.

Sometimes, I wish we had a lawn mower.