The Race Was On

It's supposed to storm this weekend - 50% or something like that for a chance of storms...It was supposed to start this afternoon.  I was lucky it didn't.  I must not have been the only person feeling that way.  This afternoon (a fair time later than I'd hoped), as I was outside mowing the yard, running errands, then trimming edges here, there and everywhere around the yard, and finally working on the garden, I could hear other mowers and other weed eaters running as far as the ear could hear or the eye could see (or the nose smell...until allergies were too aggravated to permit the use of that sense).  The sights and sounds of yard work were everywhere this afternoon and evening.  It was as if everyone arrived home from work for the potentially wet holiday weekend with an extreme sense of urgency and unleashed it on their yards with great enthusiasm...or at least energy.  I think we all worked until dark...or maybe until dinner.  Either way, I do believe that if it does not storm tonight and/or tomorrow, there will be many very tired, somewhat disappointed folks around my neighborhood - and I will be one of them.