It was a year ago today...

"I gave it my best, and then I left it alone..."

Weedwhacking feels a lot like mowing,

Heat. Storms. Ticks. Chiggers. Deer. Birdsong. Knives. Trigger therapy.

Mid-90s, heat index well over 100°F...

Them's good eats.

It's more than just a meme.

For better or worse (pardon the expression)...

("Pass the biscuits, please.")

Nothing lasts forever.