The nasty hillbillies were gone (I thought) so I got outside while the going was good, and mowed and cleaned up the yards.  It was nice not to have an ignorant audience, and I got a lot done.

Just as I was finishing up, a different pickup truck full of hillbillies pulled up, roused a guy who it turned out was camped out inside, and turned a herd of kids loose on the place.  I just barely made it upstairs through the mob.  But hey, I got some garden therapy in.

There were even some veggie plants coming up, some from reseeding from last year—tomatoes, peppers, melon or squash, arugula, lettuces, and herbs.  Native perennials like swamp milkweed and coneflowers were about to bloom.  Just think what I could do, left to my own devices in our own place, minus the meth-heads.

I managed to liberate these flowers from the garden, before urchins overran the place.