A Friday Afternoon In Burgenland.

The week, where has it gone?

I took my own advice and did a turn around the garden, pirouetting with the lawnmower while at the same time scattering a handful of cats. Gosh, they don't like the sound at all. Real lawnmower noise compared to the silent little ninja lawn-caddy that seems to be the latest yuppi must have. Not to mention that they cost an arm and a leg and don't make you loose any calories. The good old way of keeping the longer blades of grass in check happily melted 110 calories of my frame.

Cats are a funny lot. The two tomcats were keeping their eye on me the whole time and the moment I put the mower away, they ventured forth to the feeding trough. As if I would run over them...

Friday almost seems glued to the end of Monday. The first week of school is done and dusted and many a kid is treasuring the feeling of two whole days off school.

The commuters are back from their work week in Vienna and a few have been spotted attending to their gardens. In a way it might be an exercise in meditation after two hours of fighting the traffic columns of commuters leaving for the weekend. It has been estimated that more than a quarter of the people working in Vienna don't actually live there. Imagine the traffic on weekends out of Vienna? No wonder that gardening is the hobby of choice of commuters.

Fridays are always accompanied by a good feeling. Weekend has a draw all of its own. Two days to do nothing, unwind and catch up with friends and family. Happy Friday!

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