Yesterday evening we had dinner plans and were home too late to do much about the yard. Which is why, at 7 am, the husband got out and mowed and trimmed our lawn while Ben had breakfast and then watched longingly through the window, just dying to go outside and help. (My argument of "It's only 40 degrees out!" did nothing to dissuade him).
I feel certain that our neighbors will be appreciative of our diligence when it comes to landscaping and not at all perturbed by our early morning ruckus - don't you?