You know that you've crossed over into a new level of maturity when you are actually excited to pick up sticks and pull weeds. Yesterday I worked until twilight picking up sticks, pruning blackberry canes, pulling weeds. I loved it!! Spring!! Ah, the excitement of warm weather, sunshine, flowers, the hammock, baby chicks, long hours, back-breaking work!! Glorious!!
When the kids were young, one of their chores was picking up sticks. As soon as the stick-picking edict came down from the King (Cowboy), earth-rumbling groans could be heard (and felt) for miles. You'd have thought they were told to clear 40 acres of woods with a cross saw before supper. The torture!!!! Bend over, pick up a stick (even a handful), put it in the wheel barrow, dump it in the brush pile. I tried to teach them how to make it fun....to no avail. Singing slave songs to them only made them mad. They did the work; they're good kids. They'll probably have a tree-less yard, though, in years to come.
Rain is here today so my weed-pulling plan for the strawberry beds is postponed. Drats!! I was really looking forward to the solitude that accompanies weed-pulling. You can bet that NO ONE will disturb you when you're pulling weeds---they'd be afraid you'd ask for help.
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