My porch patio furniture, stuffed in water-proof covers, has gotten dirty with constant exposure to rain, but when the sun bleaches it, we’ll invite our guests on a sunny Saturday morning, and enjoy the great Long Island weather.
The cicadas have been somewhat silent this year, and I hope it hasn’t been due to the dutiful application of grass pesticide. When I owned a house and lawn, I never used insect pesticide, and had the best lawn on the block. But then, I had divine assistance, and who takes better care of sod than the angels? (Just kidding).
You have to know how to get accepted by this angel crowd. They have a lot of influence. I understand they can make the lilies bloom in no time. But you have to die to see them.
Civilization 