The blooms were gone; the bush needed to be trimmed. A neighbor said not the right time of year to prune. It’s the “right time” for Lorraine because of  “perfect weather”—and she needed to ignore the computer and TV, and get some exercise.  Climbing a different tree, ha. (Still tired.)

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Almost the entire day spent working in the yard. In between… a few spins around the Park on the three-wheeler. “Alive at five.”