A quiet, early summer evening

It was intended to be a quiet, early summer evening.

I went out to the front yard and moved the three remaining bags of mulch off the pallet and piled them up by the  garage door. I made a promise to myself that I would spread that leftover mulch before the weekend.  Then I drug the pallet to the garage and hoisted it into the bed of the truck.


With that little chore taken care of, I watered