Anyway, the excess of ambition the neighbors displayed is now in abeyance, and the placid evening has arrived with a pearly sky that presages what I hope will be a soft spring rain tomorrow evening. I did display some slight ambition myself this afternoon, and went out to pluck up some of the young foxtails that, left to their own devious devices, would soon become a cuff-snagging jungle. If occasional rains keep the ground a bit damp, I'll be able to continue plucking the foxtail crop easily enough. Last year I let them get ahead of me, and suffered the consequences of having to strain to get the mature plants out of the dessicated soil.
Look at me, so bemused that I forgot to post this entry for four hours.