Date: 11/22/2018
By Bonnie73
I am in my house with a couple of young men, go across several neighbors' lawns to get something (in a pail, don’t know what it is?) that is needed. Each time I make this trip, the lawns that I’m cutting through get harder to navigate. The last trip, I sink into a dark black mud, my shoes are ruined ... then I reach a stand of dead weeds, about 3' high, that I have to break down and push through, they grab at my clothes and are scratchy ... then I reach the last lawn, it has stonework nicely laid out, some of the stones are white, some tan, in a pattern with the grass around. The neighbor woman comes out and asks me to please not step on the light-colored stones with my muddy feet, I feel embarrassed because I’m trespassing on her lawn ...