Summer Weekends
Well, not exactly summer, but close enough.
It’s time to look around the yard and see the damage of what 9 months of garbage brought.
We had a lot of tree branches in the backyard...
...plenty of dog poop too.
The grass grows quickly this time of year, as well, and the boys usually get to it, but I miss being able to just go work in the yard.
I feel so beat up that I resist the urge to participate, but I did get the mower going on Sunday and took a few swipes before Sam took over.
It’s the weeds that drive me nuts, and I’m the only one they seem to bother.
“I don’t do weeds,” Sam said when I asked him to pick a few. We have plastic down in the beds, but the weeds find their way through.
The garage is clean.
Big garbage was removed over a couple of weeks, but we still have a massive television that’s gotta’ go.
Still haven’t figured that one out.
As I walked around the yard I thought about all the work I’d done trough the years. At one time there were about 20 pine trees on the property.
They’re long gone.
Getting rid of the stumps had been a true joy.
We don’t plant a garden anymore.
The output wasn’t good and I just can’t handle the effort.
“Where’s the weed whacker?” I asked.
“Nobody knows,” was the answer.
Lovely.
Something has to give.
Hoping to get rid of a few weeds before it starts snowing again.
It’s time to look around the yard and see the damage of what 9 months of garbage brought.
We had a lot of tree branches in the backyard...
...plenty of dog poop too.
The grass grows quickly this time of year, as well, and the boys usually get to it, but I miss being able to just go work in the yard.
I feel so beat up that I resist the urge to participate, but I did get the mower going on Sunday and took a few swipes before Sam took over.
It’s the weeds that drive me nuts, and I’m the only one they seem to bother.
“I don’t do weeds,” Sam said when I asked him to pick a few. We have plastic down in the beds, but the weeds find their way through.
The garage is clean.
Big garbage was removed over a couple of weeks, but we still have a massive television that’s gotta’ go.
Still haven’t figured that one out.
As I walked around the yard I thought about all the work I’d done trough the years. At one time there were about 20 pine trees on the property.
They’re long gone.
Getting rid of the stumps had been a true joy.
We don’t plant a garden anymore.
The output wasn’t good and I just can’t handle the effort.
“Where’s the weed whacker?” I asked.
“Nobody knows,” was the answer.
Lovely.
Something has to give.
Hoping to get rid of a few weeds before it starts snowing again.
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