I'm one of those crazy people who like a winter. I like snow on the ground. I like to shovel. I like playing in the white stuff. I LOVE IT.
Now I have one more reason to love winter. It kills all the weird stuff that mild winters don't. This spring has been horrible for my allergies. I constantly sound like Nicholas Cage playing Charlie Bodwell in Peggy Sue Got Married. That's not a pretty comparison.
This weekend N got some kind of charge to his system. I think it's because one of our neighbors is this guy who on the first sunny day of spring is out mowing his yard, weed wacking and edging. His yard is always done before anyone else's. N has this crazy competitive drive to have the best looking lawn in the neighborhood. He wants it to feel like carpet.
He usually succeeds. Our neighbor kicked him into high gear. This weekend we spent hours outside thatching, pulling weeds, fixing sprinkler heads and generally getting the yard ready to become carpet. Or something like that.
Zoe LOVES to be outside. She now says, "I don't want to go home. I don't like home." That's her way of saying she'd rather sleep under the stars and be one with the wilderness. As long as mom or dad is out there. Apparently she's never met me. Bugs love me and the wilderness and outdoors isn't really my favorite thing. In an effort to keep her outdoors and allow me to get some gardening done, I bought her some new gardening gloves.
We pulled weeds, pruned bushes and raked bark most of the weekend. She wore her new gloves and shoveled dirt into her wheelbarrow, then dumped it to where I was working. Then she'd cover her ears when daddy started some yard machine.
It was just a nice weekend of being outside as a family. We all had our jobs and worked to get the yard in good shape.
Even though my eyes are involuntarily watering today and I sound like Charlie Bodwell again today, it's one of those memories that I'll take with me to the home.
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