Winston Churchill once said, "Don't worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older it will avoid you." Thus, youth must be maintaining a little bit of its eternity here at Casa de Gumby because I did indeed mow the lawn yesterday. It doesn't show that much because the moles have been successful in their mockery of my attempts to maintain a sense of lawn and order out here on the edge of the prairie. There are multiple bare spots caused by the death of the grass root systems after the subterranean meanderings of the varmints. At least I resisted putting down the fertilizer with the crabgrass preventer. I continue to feel a great deal of empathy with Carl in the movie "Caddy Shack". Even though I can't eradicate them, I can annoy them with bigger and bigger firecrackers dropped into their runs.
If you ever have too much time on your hands, go to YouTube and look up a clip on the "Rodentanator". Now that's a real piece of work.
Visitors of note at the bird feeder over the past few days are some wrens, sparrows, and a downy woodpecker.
I think that I'm going to indulge in some flatbreads for a week or two. They don't require bread flour, only all purpose, and I can slip some white whole wheat or whole wheat in and stay within style parameters. I can use up some more of my Active Dry Yeast or continue with a sourdough starter.
There may be pita bread in my near future.