So, about that pavlova. If you saw our last post, you probably noticed that Stacy was in the middle of making a pavlova (her first) when I stumbled dripping into the kitchen to tell her the mower was at the bottom of the pond. I just want to say that anyone who can accommodate an unscheduled interruption in the middle of their baking to dive to the bottom of a pond for an iPhone and help salvage a submerged lawn tractor, and then turn out something like this is alright with me. I’m not sure that it could have been improved upon.
