Monday, May 9, 2011

You might be a redneck....

As far as dogs go, Clementine is pretty conservative so most of the time my behavior embarrasses her. Usually she just hides under the bed until the shame passes but this time, I think I may have gone too far.

Today, I had to mow my lawn with a weed wacker. Now before you start tsk-tsking and shaking your head over my laziness, let me explain how this happened.

Disclaimer: yes, I know I could have done better but dammit, Mother Nature was against me. This is my story and I'm sticking too it.

I have a tiny little yard, which suits me just fine. I don't even have a gas powered lawn mower,  I have an old fashioned reel one and with that, front and back, takes 30 minutes. I love my yard.

In March we had one of those unseasonably warm days, like we do every year, so I decided to work on the sprinklers. In my yard if you wait until the  ground is completely dry it's like digging concrete, not gonna happen. So I got a jump start on the sprinklers. I dug three trenches to use to expand my current sprinkler system.

Then it got cold, and it snowed and it rained and it snowed, and it rained. And through it all it stayed cold. I spend every spring and summer watering, fertilizing, talking, begging and pleading with my grass to stay nice and green instead of the normal Utah brown it wants to be. Does it listen? Does it appreciate all my hard work? I think not. But, just ignore it for a month  minute or two and this is what happens.

But I couldn't mow! See I still have the trenches for the sprinklers I've been unable to fix because of the rain, and as a result of those trenches I still have lots of dirt that needs to go back in holes, so obviously I couldn't mow.

It's beautiful out today so went out to fix the sprinklers, only problem is that it's a freaking jungle out there. I have to mow first.

Not gonna happen with this.

So I broke out this.

 Have you ever tried to mow your yard with a weed eater? Easier said then done, let me tell you. I was wacking and raking and dumping grass when I saw this:

No, I don't actually speak dog but the bag of milk bones by the door says it all.

1 comment:

  1. Clementine, I understand conservative, come into the light, away from that crazy woman. michael c


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