It’s lawnmower day. I’m not sure yet whether I’m going to join the collective mania for Saturday-morning lawn care, or sit on my butt and drink coffee all morning.

Our lawn hasn’t been mowed in three weeks. It really didn’t need mowing until last weekend, because every single little blade of grass was crouching down as close to the ground as it could get so that it would be as far from the sun as possible during the last scorching heat wave, and still there are big patches of browned-out grass everywhere. There has been very little grass-growing going on and actually quite a lot of grass-dying. Perishing, really. It was a slaughter.

But last week the lawn got a healthy shot of rain and all this week the weather’s been mild enough to encourage the grass to poke out of the ground and trying growing again, so much so that it’s looking pretty shaggy today. I really ought to be out there, but there’s still coffee in my cup. Hmmm.