Going, Gone

Falling victim to dreaded Dutch Elm Disease our two stately shade trees will be but a memory by the time I get home this evening.

Bummer.

Not Grazing in the Grasses

Several weeks after my call for donations I’ve gotten 6 bags of garden soil and about 4 feet of fencing. I’m not surprised, this is about what I expected, still, I hope for more. I graffiti my own sign with a green Sharpie…ITS NOT TOO LATE TO DONATE! D laughs at lauds my efforts: “Mom, you are so funny.”

The work in the yard has begun in fits and starts, due mainly to my schedule, the weather, my sinuses, the weather, my back, the weather, my mood, the weather, my travel and of course, the weather.

I weeded and planted some on Saturday completing about one quarter of the yard in just over three hours. I’ll go out at least one day this week, after work, to do a bit more, as I don’t know if I’ll have time and / or energy for any of it over the weekend, long it may be. There is a play to attend, a birthday to celebrate and a girlfriend to have phone sex with talk with.

Can you dig it?