The winter, although long, seems to have gone by quickly. Living in the city through all the snow and blow didn't seem nearly as bad as when I was in the country...On secondary roads that don't get plowed till mid-day. Ice that doesn't melt until April, and open spaces that give the blustery wind a turbo charge! Yes, the city is nice. I was able to get around with no problems. I only had to use the four wheel drive to exit my garage once after a storm, and I never lost power. I think I'll stay here.
I guess no matter where you live the spring not only brings the peeling off of down jackets and thoughts of sandals and lazy days, but yard work! Fall leaves compact in hard to reach places. Grass is matted and brown, and the ground is soggy. This being my first year to fend for myself, I enlisted a little help from Lexie. We went to the hardware store and bought rakes and clippers. Items that had mysteriously disappeared from my fathers work shop when I wasn't looking I suspect.
She was a trooper and worked hard..for about thirty minutes! We didn't get a whole lot of raking done but we had a great time just being together and walking around the property. I related old stories to her about the house, and dates that her grand dad had planted some of the maples and apple trees in the back yard. And how her grandma had been so proud of the now, nonexistent little garden she tended each summer. Somehow, knowing a bit of the history made the work a little more important to her.
I'm looking so forward to the hot days ahead, when I can set up the sprinkler in the back yard, make a pitcher of Koolaide, sit on the deck and watch my grand girls play and laugh in the same spot I once did. I love this house.
Yup..I'm staying here.
Yay!! Glad you are blogging again!
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