The gardener called me between 4 and 5 PM on Friday. He could have sent me someone to mow the lawn some two hours later.
I said no. It would have been a little late in the evening. Maybe some of the neigbours wished to eat outdoors, or just to have a drink. The weather was so nice. Just like summer, even though it's only late April.
The other day somebody said that the year of the great dryness, that must have been 1976, started just like this one, with summer temperatures already in April.
And we're still waiting for the rain.
The gardener in chief agreed on sending me someone early this week, today or tomorrow. Until then I can enjoy the flowers growing free in the grass.