There were hints last week that snow was in our forecasts, so I was pushing myself hard to get the garden and yard ready for winter. By Friday I knew I would not be able to accomplish it all by myself, especially as our first snow was coming on Sunday. (Said the forecasters).
So I called up Wayne in the morning when I knew he was having breakfast with Eugene. I asked if they were busy and would they be available to help on Saturday with raking leaves, cleaning eavestroughs, a bit of repair on my . . .