Sweeping

 Stephan used to call it brooming.  Why not?  You swing on the swing, you brush with the brush, can't you broom with the broom?  At any rate, on days like this, sweeping might be the best job in the world. You can't hear it from this photo, but the loons were singing loudly, and Karl was singing softly. It's a great day to be alive in the North Woods!!