My neighbor is busily mowing behind his house. "Behind the house" means an area approximately 100 ft. wide by 250 ft. deep. Except for where there are still trees.

I guess I have only myself to blame for their flourishing grass. Last year I told them they were welcome to the St. Augustine runners that insisted on going places in my yard where I didn't want them. As I weeded them I tossed them into a bucket of water. My instructions were on the order of "toss them out on the dirt, maybe rake and water a little, and see what happens."

They took hold--and spread, as that type of grass is prone to do.

We never did anything much about grass except by the pool, where we laid sod. Near the house we just mowed the green stuff and eventually it was more grass than weeds.

On the bright side--and this is literal--my azaleas are brilliant. I noticed that my neighbors have put several azaleas between their front fence and the road. In a few years there should be quite a show along the street there.

I had sort of planned to do some more weeding this afternoon, but then it looked like it might rain, so I ate lunch at Arby's (their flatbread Philly sandwich is really good) then settled in for more reading at PJ's. By the time I got home it was too late to think seriously about weeding. (I am REALLY good at procrastination.)

Tomorrow, probably.

Maybe.