Oops, slop, get the mop

I'm not going to post pictures today, because I just don't like the way anything looks yet: No real damage from Fay, but still one helluva mess.

The pool bottom looks as if someone emptied a whole bag of grass clippings into it. Various little branches and blossoms of dozens of plants, already overgrown, are broken everywhere around the place.

Add into that steaming heat one minute and fresh rains the next -- attack, retreat, attack, retreat -- and the cleanup is really a drag. (The four or five tornado warnings we had today as Fay went up the mainland didn't help much either.)

My clippers have given up the ghost --the spring sprung -- so I'll have to get a fresh pair Wednesday. I'm keeping that Latin proverb in mind: Festina lente, "make haste slowly."