Dandelions, the cunning wee beasts.

This is the sight that greeted us upon arrival at the cottage:
We've got our very own dandelion farm!

The captain fired up the lawn mower and it caught on the first pull. Finally, something went right this weekend! It's a lot of grass to cut, it took a long time, and he was hot and unhappy afterwards (though somewhat placated by iced tea from the princess). He also traded off with Handy Dad so he didn't have to cut all of it himself.

We're growing cunning dandelions though. Dad figures they either duck or lie down as the mower passes, because they didn't manage to cut them all. By the next morning, they were popping back up all over the yard.

Ah, well. For some reason I care a lot less about dandelions in my cottage grass than I do about finding them in the yard at the house.

So, grow on, little dandelion.

You and your evil minions.