It is chilly and rainy today after a few days of warmth. On Monday I went out in the sun and sprayed dandelions; I have gone to war with them. I moved along the yard, toting my green canister and bending down low to attack each little offender. I figured I would monitor and follow up with necessary missions . . . but it has been raining. I am thwarted. (It is not that I don’t appreciate the little balls of sun – it is just that the greens are so depressing to look at when the flower is gone.) I had to break into the paragraph of death to explain why I am speaking this way, taking this action.). Of course, pleading ugly greens doesn’t do it. So what does? Something . . . am I bowing to social pressure? Or am I taking my iconoclast-ness undercover? Ah, that AmeliaJake – a mystery.