I’ve decided I need to live some where else. I need shorter winters! Longer summers! Not hotter summers, just longer!
(Our last trip to the lake… ahhhh wish I was there again already!)
Forget the house! That messy house will wait for me and will be all I get to look at and work at all winter! For me, puttering at home, in my yard is the best! I could work on my yard with great joy all day and then play hard with the kids afterwards as a sweet and true reward. Forget big suppers. Come summer I forget that I even kinda like to cook…Eating a lazy supper of raw veggies and yet another sandwich is the perfect conclusion for me.
Yesterday my eldest son and I weed whacked part of the back alley lawn BY HAND! We snipped and racked for almost two hours and the monstrous pile was proof of our victory, even thought there is plenty more work back there for another day. He is such great work company. He sets his mind on the task at hand, doesn’t complain or talk my ear off. We just bent our backs and worked side by side till the sweat poured.
We went in for a cool drink and then ran through the sprinkler till we where beyond wet. Sitting in the sun I closed my eyes and told myself to remembered this is summer to me…
If only I could convince my mind to stop finding things that need to be done and if only being done didn’t mean taking me away from my little house!
TTFN
Good for you! And I love the fact that my grandson is such a good worker with you. Work is the best joy, in the yard in the summer. Your Grandmother was like that and I am so no surprise that this is passing down the generations. LOVE MOM