Lounge Saga III

The Lounge Saga has finally ended: my sister tracked down someone who was willing to cart the rotten bastards away for $50, along with the remains of the butchered table, vinyl chairs, and an old mop. Our front yard no longer looks like a ghetto. But there's a nice big bare patch in the middle where the lounges were and autumn began around them. Shaped like a heart, too. Purty.