"D"is for Digging, Duck Droppings, and Don

This has been such a beautiful Spring. The weather seems to have been just right to stimulate a
green world. Our trees bloomed and then leafed out adundantly. Flowers have flourished. Grass gas grown, and grown, and grown. Lawns have already been mown, and mown, and
mown. But Don is still in his enthusiastic lawn-care mode. It takes a bit before rising temperatures turn enthusiasm to .........oh well, you know what I mean. But our lawn has been
at its very best, and we have been enjoying it.

That is until last week when neighbor Bill decided to get cable. We were so happy for Mary and Bill right up to the time when the cable guy was marching through our yard looking for that one perfect telephone pole. Then he proceeded to create a florescent orange path that meandered over and about and all around the yard. After this he outlined the meandering pathway with
many many, over twenty florescent orange flags a-waveing the breeze. Now our yard took on the appearance of an Olympic sized obstacle course.

Evidently, the lovely little orange flags afluttering attracted the ducks that usually swim in the creek as we so flatteringly call the drainage ditch. Because the ducks were soon trying out for the Olympic obstacle course championship. Have you ever seen what ducks leave behind?
Now it sort of resembles a miniature golf course with duck hazards, and I do mean hazards.

Well, it has been five days now, and the cable people have not returned. The rain has been falling, the orange grass has been growing, and Don is itching to get on the mower and ride.
So, if you see an orange, toxic cloud over south Anderson, don't call the National Guard. It is
just orange grass clippings, shreds of orange flags, and mulched duck feathers and duck........
Well, you know what I mean.