Blessings enough. . .

 7:00 PM......

Whew!  Lawn's mowed.  Or should I say "field."  It was so high, there were daisies blooming in it!  First, I had to pump up a tire, using a bicycle pump (because I'm afraid of the air compressor...one of these days I'll tackle that.)  The oil in the mower was very low so I made a dash to town to buy some...but only after verifying with one of my sons-in-law the online research I had done so I wouldn't feel like an idiot when I made the purchase.  That may sound odd, but I've never had reason to buy motor oil; I guess I thought all home garages and workshops came automatically stocked with endless supplies of all that kind of stuff!  At the auto parts store, still in my grungy apple-picking clothes, work boots & gloves, and sun visor, I saunter up to the counter and say, confidently, "I'd like some 30-weight motor oil."  I had no idea what that meant; I was just repeating the words my son-in-law told me to say.  "Do you want it with detergent or without?" the nice gentleman asks.  ... Huh?!  Since my ignorant self had already been outed, there was no point in my trying to save face.  "I have no idea," I admitted, still puzzled.  I can't say I understand all of what followed, but I did come home with motor oil and I have learned two things: 1.) I do NOT need the kind with detergent and 2.) you should always use the same kind, whether with detergent or without, and you should never mix them.  

The mowing process was going smoothly until a tree root that I didn't see in the high grass got wedged between my front tire and the wheel on the mower deck.  I was stuck; unable to go forward or in reverse.  Now what?!  "Where there's a will, there's a way," I decided,  and by golly, after a few tries I was able to lift that mower up enough to get the little wheel to set on top of the root and that was all that was needed.  I hopped on and finished the job.

Now I am hungry and, realizing that for the past day or so I have only eaten apples, applesauce, apple crisp, and apple pie - spaghetti is really hitting the spot.  The way I am wolfing it down will probably result in some serious indigestion in the middle of the night but right now, I don't care.

The grass has been mown, the kitchen sink is full of clean, fresh apples, and the deer are contentedly munching the peelings I left for them out under the apple trees. 

Blessings enough for one day, I'd say......