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I love to trim my bushes

There is nothing like a well manicured lawn with freshly shaped bushes. Clean flower beds and fresh lines in the grass cut at a diagonal. I've spent this past week weeding, trimming, and cutting and have one more long bed to weed and mulch. It will look so nice when it is done--like finally getting around to cleaning a bathroom, or brushing your teeth after two days of eating candy.

This morning I got a chance to go on a 2 1/2 hour bike ride with Mike and Joyce Flora and Art. We rode 20ish miles starting at 7am and wrapping up around 9:30. We rode downtown, uptown, through light rain, through heavy rain--it was a lot of fun. It is surprisingly empowering to ride a bike that far through familiar territory that you usually drive through. I may just start riding my bike to work (5 miles...uphill)


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