Monday, May 17, 2010

The Teeth of the Lion.

I would respectfully request to have just a few more hours every day....twenty-four hours is not quite adequate to get everything done. That, or perhaps acquire a superpower whereby I don't need any sleep at all. Wouldn't that be awesome? I'd get so much done if I didn't have to waste 8 hours a day on just lying there, unconcious.
(I hate complaining about being busy; everyone is busy. I don't know a single person who says "you know what I've got way too much of? TIME!" Even my children, who have no housework, no jobs and apparently, no homework, complain that they are busy. My mother has been retired for almost 20 years, and she still doesn't have enough time to do all the things she wants in a day. )
It is busy I have been. I know there are certain times of the year that have more going on than other times....December is busy at work and with Christmas preparations, in September things start up again after the summer, and I will be hella busy and hemmorage money, and in May, the weather gets warm and the garden needs so much done right now and there is no way to put it off or do it later. Which is where we have been for the last week or so.
Every night, after dinner, the Mister and I go outside armed with dangerous-looking, pokey thingys and take on the dandelions. We've got an overabundance of dandelions at the moment, an epidemic of dandelions. If dandelions were valuable, we wouldn't need to buy lottery tickets. And really, the only way to get rid of a dandelion is to pull them out. By hand. One. By. One. (And before you suggest that we spray the snot out of the little yellow buggers, our municipality has banned pesticides for residential use.)

As back-breaking as pulling dandelions can be, there is something very satisfying about snapping off a root at exactly the right angle, or nailing a weed as big as your head. And at least you can see the fruits of your labours as you go.
After we had decimated the dandelion crop here, we cleaned the breezeway and set out all the lawn furniture, another large job that couldn't wait. But the place looks good and we are all ready for the summer. Here is Toby enjoying the results of the humans' efforts. He was sitting on that chair nanoseconds after it was placed in it's spot, like he had been waiting all winter for us to do that. Note the weed-free lawn behind him.
I'm planning on making the next little while not so busy, so that I can enjoy the warm weather out in the breezeway, too.


Jude said...

Next time you have 2 quarts of blossoms go here, I mean it's from Grand Ma so it has to be good, right?

I think I could better manage my time if the weekends were 3 days long instead of 2.

Erin said...

I've decided that yellow is the new green. Embrace the lion.