Back To Mother Nature
Sitting on the patio and gazing up into the
crabapple tree it was hard to get up and keep
moving. This truly was memorizing.
When I walked the gardens this morning with a cup of coffee the toes of my shoes did not get wet. The breeze from the north picked up the scent of Lilacs that were just beginning to open. After breakfast we were dressed and outside before 8:00 a.m. For me, I could have cared less about listening or watching media news.
Today was the third mowing of the yards for the year. The limp, new spears of grass that I had been mowing in the past weeks stood straight and tall and took their haircut with pride. Spring is in full swing and proof of that was having to get the weed whip out for trimming the areas where the push mower or the rider mower just can’t get at. Dennis and I were on the back patio by 10:30 with the mowers tucked away until the next cutting. The tomato plants that had been harbored in the garage porch begged to be put into the dirt. Shovel in hand Dennis headed out and I followed with some good garden soil, water and protectors until they got their feel of being out in the open.
We really wince at the price of lawn care providers when we are able bodied, but I noticed we had more dandelions than the neighbors. Out of the back garage came the pull-behind sprayer for the riding lawn mower and Dennis, not wanting to make me feel left out, got my two-gallon hand pumped sprayer ready to use. In several days I sure hope to see the fruits of our labor. Our hope is less clover, none of the creeping stuff that blooms blue, and a diminished population of dandelions.
Again the tools of the trade were tucked away and I will say we were both tuckered out and somewhat surprised that it was three in the afternoon. Where had the day gone? As great as sitting out on the patio felt, Dennis and I both knew if we didn’t move we would be too stiff to get up. Do Dennis and I really need an acre plus to take care of? Most likely not. We have acquired several extra lots and put in a lot of sweat equity hours to rid the area of varmint-filled vacant houses and backyards filled with garbage. Having the satisfied feeling that we did this afternoon makes it all worth while and lots of fresh air surely can’t hurt. Material items don’t trip our triggers, but we sure get a lot of happiness from the home we have built since we have been together. Life on Stauffer Avenue among Mother Nature is sweet and very green.