Went to mow a meadow

To tell the truth it wasn't one man, it was one woman, but it was certainly a meadow! In fact after all the rain we've had recently the lawn in the back garden was visibly growing as you watched before it became a veritable jungle, possibly harbouring several water buffalo and a tiger.

It's now back down to a manageable level although even the rotary mower made heavy weather of it because it was so wet, and spewed out great gobbets of mulchy grass which Harry made a beeline for to scoff as much as he could before I noticed and yelled at him. Sometimes I wonder about that dog's parentage - the way he grazes anyone would think he was half sheep.