This might not have been the longest day of the year (that was yesterday), but it was after nine o’clock tonight before I thought about closing the blinds and turning on the inside lights. That’s much later than I’ve been shutting down for the day, and it was a little hard to close the back door, because the air coming through the house still felt good. That’s what I call summer.

My goal for this summer is to keep the weeds and grasses under control. Now that the worst part has been taken care of for me, it shouldn’t be much of a problem. What it will take, that I haven’t shown much aptitude for, is persistence. I have to get out in the yard every day, or at least a few times a week, in order to make this work.

And I have to remember to take the yard waste container to the curb on Thursday nights. I nearly forgot last night, and if I had, I wouldn’t have had any place to put the new cuttings. I guess I could have stacked them up and waited, but once you get behind, it can be awfully hard to catch up. It’s like dishes, and it’s why I always wash as many of them as I can as I go along. (It’s like filing, too. Oh, the piles. If only I’d managed to keep up, it could be so easy.)

However. I didn’t get out in the yard at all today. It’s not that I didn’t have time. I even had a little energy left at the end of the day. (Well, it’s Friday, after all.) But somehow I just couldn’t generate any interest in doing the kind of work I promised myself I’d do every day. That’s the trouble with resolutions. As soon as you miss the first day, you’ve failed. So let’s not call it a promise after all. Let’s just say I’ll try. (Yeah, that always works.)