Why don't yards mow themselves?

I really wish they did, I tell you that for nothing. I have more important things to waste my time and money with, like, well, I'm sure I can come up with lots of things I could be doing, later. I mean like ridicules posts on my blog, daydreaming about better jobs and places to live. Any number of possibilities jump to mind. I just saw my house on Google Street View, I think my yard was mowed then. The sun was just coming up, my old car was in the drive way, rest it's soul, and my house didn't look too terribly bad. A little bland but not bad.

Fireflies

Saturday evening (after Big C's 8th birthday party!) I went with friends to Elkmont in the Great Smokey Mountain National Park to watch the synchronous fireflies, a phenom I am to understand only happens in a couple of places in the world. They blink together in groups, not all in sync but large groups in sync, it looks like living Christmas tree lights. Got some interesting photos off the Little River while waiting for the sun to go down. I thought I might get some shots of the fireflies but it just didn't pan out. All in all wonderful and magical, the only thing I didn't like was standing in line for the trolley back, and even that wasn't a real chore. We stopped in Gatlinburg on the way back and took a couple of pictures around Gatlinburg, my favorite is the one with this post.