We’ve been taking walks lately, and part of this is making observations on people’s houses. Nothing is spared: color and design of door are determined good or bad, bricks around the flower beds are fitting or frightening, number of bushes vs. flowers are contemplated with zeal. Naturally, we found ourselves assessing our own place, with this result:
Messy.
A few hours early in the week and a ton of work done by hubby yesterday helped immensely.
I hated yard work when I was growing up, and even during apartment living I was glad someone else was paid to do it. Now, I’m gaining appreciation for a task where results can be seen and appreciated in a reasonably short period of time. Do I feel like this because it is only Spring? Will I still be so excited in late Fall? Don’t know. Don’t care.
I trimmed down two bushes in the back yard today. They don’t look as nice as the ones in the front, but since it was my first time with the electric edger – and since random people won’t be walking by and noticing the almost-but-not-quite-straight lines – I feel proud of the accomplishment.
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