Y is for Yardwork
If it's a pretty day and the kids are happy, I love to do yardwork. My love for it is pretty conditional though. Throw a few mosquitoes, temperatures over 80 degrees, and blaring sunshine into the mix, and I'd much rather watch Neal do it. I'm prissy like that. :) I really do prefer yardwork to housework. Something about it is just more satisfying. Maybe because it takes Mother Nature longer to mess it up again than it takes 3 kids to mess up the inside. I'll pull weeds, trim hedges, deadhead flowers, and rake leaves much more readily than I'll clean a toilet or do my mirrors.We have all sorts of plans for our yard and different types of gardens we'll one day have (I'll have a formal one with boxwood hedges and gravel paths AND a kitchen garden from which I can snip fresh herbs & tomatoes. Neal would like a water garden and a native or tropical plants garden.) Of course, these completely depend on which zone we end up living in, but it's fun to dream. Anyway, give me a rake over a mop anyday. Just don't give me the lawn mower. I tried it a few weeks ago and it wasn't a pretty picture. It was a funny one, but not a pretty one.
Just ask Neal.
Y is also for Yuletide and Yogurt
image from Martha Stewart.com
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Feel free to come do our yard work anytime.
I think Elliott left that comment right before he went out and mowed the lawn for the last time this season!
I tried mowing when I was pregnant, and couldn't push the machine, but this past summer I managed a couple of times... Pushing the bar for self-propel really makes a difference! Still, I think that should be a manly job!
Love to have you help me. It is getting almost to much and I do need help!
Love and Hugs
Grammy
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