Husband needed a stress pill this afternoon: I told him I was going to mow the lawn.
Mowing the grass is Husband's job and one he takes pride in so the thought of an amateur being let loose on it caused him no little anxiety. If his concern had been health and safety related I could have understood, the number of times I got the wire wound around my arms or legs or banged my head on the washing 'thing' - what do you call that upside-down umbrella thing? - but his concern was aesthetic. But as you can see from the photo, I hope, he had no reason to be alarmed.
It takes great aesthetic sensitivity to make a fine crop circle.