Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Yesterday afternoon, a young colleague of mine asked if I had any plans for the weekend.
“Well,” I said, “I’m getting a haircut this evening, and tomorrow I’m mowing the yard for the first time this season.”
“Wow,” she answered, “That sounds real exciting.”
“Hey,” I said, “I’m a middle-aged suburbanite. These things are important to me.”
They are, too.
So I hauled out the old mower this morning, and despite the fact that it’s sat idle and neglected since some time last November, it started right up on the first pull. Always a good sign at the start of the season. (Maybe it means the Nats will win a division series this year?)
As I tooled about the yard, it seemed to me that I was running over an usually large number of twigs and sticks. Then I remembered that somebody on the radio yesterday reported that this has been the windiest March and April in these parts for many years. I can well believe it.
I also planted some jasmine today. I’d tried this three or four years ago, but put them in spots where they simply didn’t get enough light to thrive. This time around I’m adhering better to the laws of nature. Ol’ Robbo really wants himself some lovely, sweet-scented jasmine about the place.
Speaking of nature, a thought occurred to me today: As often as not, Ol’ Robbo is awake in the pre-dawn when the birds first begin singing. Almost invariably it seems that the robins start up before any other species. Is this the basis of the line about the early bird getting the worm? Perhaps. (Incidentally, I don’t care if the notion that robins cock their heads like that to listen for worms is wrong – I’m going to keep believing it anyway, dammit.)
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April 21, 2018 at 3:37 pm
sleepybeth
Our mowing company has been out twice already and while it seems a tad excessive (honestly, I don’t think it’s growing *that* fast just yet), I do love seeing the nice tracks in the grass when they’re finished.
Hubby went to turn on the sprinkler system and we discovered, much to the boys’ delight, that a pipe underground had cracked. Apparently the swelling bubble of earth and resulting mud-splosion was nothing short of epic. Hubs was somewhat less enthusiastic.
April 21, 2018 at 3:53 pm
Robbo
Ooh – hope replacing the pipe isn’t too much of a problem. The mud-splosion WOULD be cool, though.
April 21, 2018 at 8:58 pm
sleepybeth
It was a relatively easy fix and both boys enjoyed helping with that, as well. The mudsplosion made the hole and exposed the pipe, so the hard work was done for them.