Ankle wrapped, hair uncombed, iced latte in hand. I'm outta here. The garden waits.
The sun's shining, the birds chirping and my neighbor is already running her lawnmower at 8:00am.
The cat and dog are hard at work weeding and watering.
Over planted? Don't be silly.
Such an over used word in our garden.
Hope your Sunday is a beautiful and humidity free as ours.