The mower, left dormant and ugly as the naked *plumeria bush, started on the first pull.
Imagine my surprise when it putted to life. That constipated sound an engine makes when the plugs are fouled and you just know it’s going to stop any second? Like that. It smoked and barely cut the tops of the fresh young St. Augustine blades, but dadgum – it worked.
My back and neck are begging for advil… and there’s absolutely no way the edging and weed eating will get done today, but mowing… that’s enough. Yard work is something one must work up to, yes?
Next month the lilies will bloom.
I think the cold snap killed our remaining coconut palm. It’s a damn sight; all but one of those big green fronds are now hanging brown and ugly at its side. Looks defeated. Cleveland promised to trim it, but that’s a vow yet to be kept.
No, in case you’re wondering… I don’t want to look at the news today. It seems somehow sacrilegious to be so angry during Holy Week.
Also, it’s Tuesday and Tuesdays are different. B knows.
I’m on a Spring cleaning kick and have already filled several trash bags with clothes for Salvation Army. All those jeans I just knew I’d fit into again someday? Gone. Some things just needed to be thrown away. Don’t know why I hang onto things like that… such as a t-shirt my friend handed down to me 20 years ago… who knows how old it really is? Still hanging in my closet, I can’t toss it. When it comes to Ts, I can be very emotional. And clingy. And needy. There’s a vacuum sealed space bag under the bed full of ancient T-shirts. When I die, cremate those with me and just spread all the ashes together, k?
Now that my second wind has kicked in, the birdbath looks like it needs a good cleaning…
*When will the plumeria bud? I’m not used to nekkid plants and that stick looking thing is getting on my last nerve.
30. March 2010 at 3:14 pm
Our Lilies don’t bloom until late June/early July but we have oh so pretty Lilies. Not the orange or yellow kind but a nice cream color with a purple center, so pretty!
The trees here are starting to bud, the allergies have already started. A little early, but if it gives me trees with leaves sooner I will suffer for it.
I just love Spring, summer is my favorite but nothing beats Spring. It’s like the earth is coming back to life, all the pretty colors after looking at nothing but brown and white all winter.
Spring sends a tingle up my leg!
30. March 2010 at 3:38 pm
These are red crinum lilies, but I’d love to see some cream variety! Bet they’re purty.
Autumn is my favorite season, but Spring is a close second.
30. March 2010 at 3:27 pm
Spring (cleaning or otherwise) sounds fabulous!
30. March 2010 at 3:38 pm
After the winter you guys had, I can imagine!
30. March 2010 at 6:02 pm
I love spring cleaning – but this year I don’t think there is going to be time. So it’ll probably be summer cleaning around here. Besides, don’t want to break the nails I’ve worked so hard to grow before the cruise.
What?! not fit in?! ummmm
Advil and a heating pad – back’s best friends
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I’m 2 hours behind today – guess which two hours…
30. March 2010 at 6:51 pm
Rose’s two hours? The workout two hours? The boy’s hours? With you it’s so hard to guess!
30. March 2010 at 7:16 pm
Rose’s 2 hours are a priority.
The boy’s school also priority.
Now I’m only behind one hour. I think I’ll give it a rest today. I’m tired.
30. March 2010 at 7:35 pm
You have common sense, Patti. Lots of folks don’t.
I didn’t walk or work out today. After mowing I pulled weeds for two hours. That’s enough for me!
30. March 2010 at 8:10 pm
I’m so glad winter is over. I hate the cold.
30. March 2010 at 8:12 pm
I like a slight nip in the air, but cold. COLD? No. Not for me, either.
30. March 2010 at 10:16 pm
My daylilies are already poking their heads up, and the peonies are pushing through, as well.. the peonies always bloom on Memorial weekend… a perfect start to summer.
Pam, you should make those t-shirts into a quilt… you can see them all and enjoy them, instead of having them stuffed away.
31. March 2010 at 8:35 am
Jana, that’s a great idea!!! I don’t sew, but I could have it done…
