The lawn people that our neighborhood has hired to mow our front yards do an absolutely terrible job at it. So, I opt to mow my own yard instead. To indicate to the mowing crews to skip my yard, they put an orange traffic cone on the sidewalk in front of my house. When I got back from dropping Troy off at his camp this morning, I saw the usual cone gracing our sidewalk. Only this cone looked like it had seen better days. It was partially crushed, and the top of it was bent over and torn. It looked just like the sorting hat from Harry Potter. I honestly wasn’t sure if they were saying not to mow our yard, or if we’re being sorted into a house at Hogwarts!
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