It was time for all the pretty flowers to die with the ritual First Lawn Mowing Of The Season.
(Yes, I know that wild violets and the like are technically "weeds", but they are pretty weeds, and so they got a one week grace period before beheading. This is Broad Ripple; we're expected to be eccentric and hippielike.)
The iPod served up a choice lawn mowing mix, too, with L7, Urge Overkill, Joy Division, Spacehog, The Clash, No Doubt, and Kula Shaker. I felt like I was mowing the lawn to the soundtrack of a Michael Mann movie.
75F is fairly warmish when it was only 37F yesterday morning, by the way.
I am pleased to see that my delphinium has survived to see a second growing season.