Lest you think I’m totally lazy, I went and lugged the push mower around the whole yard in the hot sun for hours.

Back on the porch, the two cats were yowling territorially at each other–she thinks she owns the place now, and the black one is not amused.

Meanwhile, the hideous crime scene is rapidly turning an innocent violet.  Soon they’ll never know.

I know, a funny way to prepare for Rosh Hashanah, but if you think about it, it’s appropriate.  A new year, a clean slate, a fresh start.  Out with ghastly orange assaulting the senses, in with a more serene, peaceful atmosphere.  Violet, not violent!  Subtle.  Perhaps symbolic?  Hmm… if only life could imitate paint!  (If only my camera wasn’t color-blind!)