Part 2 of Mow, Mow, Mow Your Lawn Out in the shed I am met with an angry horde of starving mosquitoes. After all this rain and heat they are voracious, and it looks like I am the only chunk of meat on the menu. Grabbing “Rusty’s” handle with one hand, and the weed wacker with the other, I manage …
Apparently putting sixty pounds of fertilizer on your lawn between the first arrival of grass and August, causes an extraordinary amount of grass to grow. Well, Duh! Since our lawn was looking a little sad in May, compared to the neighbors, I decided that it would be a good idea to put some added nutrients into the grass to give …
Weeding is very cathartic. Now hold on … don’t start tossing tomatoes at me yet! It may surprise you to know that some people actually like to weed, and I guess I fall into that group. Of course there are “closet” weeders, people who deny that they enjoy getting out in the flower beds to weed, but I know they …
Well, the two of us bought a used camper, and last weekend we went to a beautiful Provincial Park to give the wheels a test run. The hubby took Friday off from work, and we set off with renewed hope about bonding with nature. It’s been at least thirty years since our last camping adventures with the kiddies, and now, …
It was late when we went to bed on Thursday, but I wasn’t tired, so I picked up my book and snuggled down for a read. On this particular night all was nice and quiet in the neighborhood, and the soft breeze ruffled the curtains bringing with it the fragrance of lilacs. I could hear a soft humming in the …
I know that there are a lot of people just like me, who look forward to having their photos taken about as much as having a colonoscopy, or a root canal. Pictures of me never turn out, so I sidestep being in the group snapshots by using the, “I’ll take the picture”, avoidance technique. Consequently, most of our family pictures …
Yesterday, was the windup dance recital for my two youngest grandkids, ages six and nine. Naturally, Hubby and I were looking forward to seeing them dance their little hearts out, but we weren’t green, and we knew what torture was coming down the turnpike. You see, we had been this route before, and looking at the faces of those unsuspecting …
We’re a desperate lot, us women. Spring is finally here, and we are more than ready for the annual planting season. We are like the wildebeests of Africa, who brave the crocodiles and fast flowing Zambezi River, in order to get to the lush spring lands. It’s been so long that we’ve seen anything green, we’re positively ecstatic as the …
