Slow and Steady 2
I did have a plan for this morning and as luck would have it Dennis needed to have the alarm set for an appointment at the VA Clinic. Getting up before seven, jumping through my usual hoops, I was outside before eight.
By 9:30, the wheelbarrow was full of nasty Crab Grass, the rich black dirt had been raked, the Kentucky Blue Grass had been sprinkled and the water sprinklers were on. Dennis came home in time for some patio sitting.
Dennis kidded me that this fussing over Crab Grass was granddaughter Megan’s fault. When Carrie and Megan came in last spring, Megan had kind of shook her head at Grammie in regard to the flower garden that was very evident when someone drove into our drive. Sure enough, Megan was right on. It was beyond sad. She has a job this summer working for the Mustard Seen Garden Nursery. Megan clued me in on plants to put out there in the full sun. Thanks, Megan, they are doing great! It has eye appeal!
In these last months when someone would pull into our drive, what could be seen was a front yard that had grass that had gone dormant. But . . . not so the Crab Grass. It almost looked like a mine hedge growing along the concrete drive for about eight inches into the lawn.
Digging a bit each day hasn’t hurt me one bit. In rethinking the Mantas electric tiller, it would have succeeded in cutting up the roots, but not getting to the nitty-gritty of the depth of the roots. We are moving onto the area along the curb of the city street. It is doable. Thank the great Lord we don’t have a front yard with excessive lineal feet. Give that crap of Crab Grass a whack and a dig and soon the “thought about project” will be a “done deal.” Even this afternoon, it is hot out but the humidity and dew point look favorable for better days ahead. Dennis has been great moral support and our front yard is getting to look as if those that live here . . . do care. We just needed a “Megan push.”
Yesterday late afternoon, I did put the sewing studio lights on and twirled in my sewing chair, contemplating a project. It was the first step in eventually moving from yard work to fun work. When nephew Larry’s mother-in-law became ill, I was given a rather large amount of her stash of fabrics. This afternoon, I turned on the sewing machine lights and tried out a few possible scenarios.
Yup, I am going to be just fine.
