I experienced something very odd the other day: I tried to get the
lawn mower started, and I did. First time. It took all of twenty minutes
to fill the gas and oil, check the filter, connect the spark plug, and
fire it up. And by fire it up, I do NOT mean it caught on fire.
This has never happened to me before.
I
had the whole day blocked off to work on the mower, go get parts, call
for help, and throw things. What the heck was I supposed to do with the
rest of the day? And then I realized, oh, yeah: I could mow the lawn.
The
latest bout of upper respiratory ick and my lack of exercise over the
winter kicked my butt, and it took me two days to pick up a winter's
worth of sticks and dog poop and finish mowing. But that's okay, because
it meant I was outside without a winter coat and gloves (although I did
wear a hoodie and jeans). Granted that this particular April has been
awful, but spring still sprung, and that beats winter all over.
The
lilacs, despite my best efforts for the last thirty years, survive. I
love the scent of the blossoms, right up there with the smell of
fresh-mowed grass. Sadly, I have to smell the mowing of others: When I
mow my own, my allergies kick in and I stop smelling after a short time.
But
how long the lilacs will last I don't know, because I couldn't bring
myself to cut down the trees that have grown up within the lilacs. This
one, I think, is a cherry tree. I think.
This
one, among the other stand of lilacs, is a type of apple tree. I think.
I'll keep you updated, unless they come alive and kill us in our sleep.
Who knows?
There
are also these little purple guys, who live in the grass alongside wild
strawberries, dandelions, and other various "weeds". If it gives the
bees something to keep them alive, I'm okay with that. I'm not fond of
bees, but I am fond of what they produce.
If
you look carefully, you can see some dandelions here, in the front
yard. Oh, and the dog. He came out to watch me mow, but I really don't
think he was impressed.
This is all well and good,
but judging from the way this spring has sprung I should probably go
make sure the snowblower still works.
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The dog thinks it's time for you to lie down and take a nap.
ReplyDeleteSo that he can lie on top of you.
Oh, that's a sad story: He's getting too old to jump now, and can't climb onto the bed or couch any more. The only way he can lie on top of me is if I lay on the floor, and I'm getting too old for THAT. So I just lean over and pet him a lot.
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