Mulch! We ordered eight yards, which is as sure-fire an indication that it’s really here as any. That, plus it was about 80 degrees for most of the day. After our seemingly endless winters it always amazes me when it really arrives, but I think that around these parts, we’re all now safe in saying with certainty:
Springs has sprung, the grass has riz.
In a related story, it was yet another perfect night for shooting, so the two-hour session in the driveway under the stars was pretty darned spec-tonc-ular. The first 500 were a little sluggish, the second 500 better, and the third 500 absolutely groovy (Let’s bring that word back in a meaningful way, shall we?).
We’re now at 202,507 down, 797,493 to go to 1 million made foul shots.
Say it with me …