Grass stains

I meant to write this evening, of this weekend and the stretching and straining of my boundaries, but avoided it. Talked on the phone. Reviewed a patent. Read Wikipedia. Mowed the lawn. Another pair of jeans are green with grass stains. I think this will be my new fashion statement, the faint trace of green that says that I mow my grass, I’ll mow in each of my jeans until they all have the marks of simple labor.