All tagged Yard Work

First Lines, 08/25/18

First lines of the novel I'm unable to write today:

"The old man stooped to pick up a handful of pine cones, pitched them into a large pail and reached for the Round-Up.

Slowly, carefully, he sprayed each weed that sprouted between the paving stones. Given more time — and if it were ten degrees cooler — he would have pulled them…”