Spring – Hallelujah – Sweet Spring At Last

Well, the first mow of the season is complete. Which basically means I pushed over the yard full of, primarily, onions and dandelions. Nikki Davison Renfroe you WOULD NOT enjoy mowing my lawn. My poor neighbors trying to grow grass must really curse our sad, pathetic excuse of a yard. Oh well, there isn’t much I can do about it right now.

I will also say I had a weird sort of melancholy (?) while riding the mower in circles, singing my heart out to the tunes in my earphones and waving to my neighbor as we dance the dance of domesticity. I imagined adulthood much differently than this. Where’s that husband when you need him? Oh, that’s right, bringing home the bacon 700 miles away. I miss you D, come home to me.

Also, I thought I had a dead bird in our gutter on the front of the house. So, in the absence of hubby dear, I bravely got a rake out to try and scoop the poor creature away. Needless to say my heart nearly jumped out of my chest (and I’m sure hers) when, as I brushed the rake against her tail feathers, a dove burst out of the gutter onto the roof of the house! She turned to look at me as if WTH? Why did you do that? Those crazy doves are back and they have children on the way. I obviously, can’t move them now. Hope the rain doesn’t wash their eggs away.




Oh, and my tulips are blooming, praise the sweet Lord above!



So, I’ve been absent a while I know … spring always inspires me. Plus, spending too much time alone brings the need to get things out my my head.

I hope you are enjoying it as much as me.



Lawn care and landscaping … is not for wimps.

Even dandy's can be lovely. The honey bees think so! My lawn, in spring, abounds with them.

Even dandy’s can be lovely. The honey bees think so! My lawn, in spring, abounds with them.

Since I am home all day … every day … ugh, I have taken over the lawn care and landscaping responsibilities. It seems only fair, since D works hard every day to bring home the bacon,  I manage the house and all that entails. I enjoy mowing the lawn, sometimes. It’s a chance to be outside. I get some exercise, sun and a chance to listen to my podcasts or audio books. The only real problem is the size of our yard. It’s three quarters of an acre with a plethora of dandelions, onions, clover and in some places actual grass. Most of it is level but it does slope down the back which by the end of the three hours of mowing can be a bear.

Now we do have a riding mower (aka the beast) that is nearly 25 years old. The tires won’t stay inflated so before you can even fire the beast up you have to get the tire pump out and inflate them. The blades are so dull that I’m pretty sure they only cut the grass because the of the circular motion (that is if you can get them to actually work). The exhaust is so bad on this thing I feel guilty every time I try to fire the beast up. That is if I can actually get the beast to even start. Half the time it won’t start and if it does I can usually get one or two swipes of the yard mowed before it dies and it has to set for 30 minutes before it will start again. Needless to say it is not an ideal mowing machine. As a result, I end up push mowing with my Rachel propelled mower. It takes three hours on a good day. If it’s hot it can take up to four.

Having said all of this … my biggest complaint is that D won’t pop for new tires or maintenance on the beast. I think that since he’s not having to do the work it’s not important to him how it gets done. He winks at me and says,”But the exercise is so good for you, think of how good you’ll look at the end of summer!”  ARAAARRRAGGGGH! New tires will cost $102.00. Which may sound like a lot but seriously in the grand scheme of things that’s a pittance.

So, my question to you dear followers, how do I get my dear sweet husband to help me get our mowing apparatus into working order? I’m not asking for a new riding mower. I would be happy to stare with new tires.