Our Little Yard Guest

yard guest

We are in the process of redoing my mother-in-laws front, back and side yards. And there is a ton of work to do, after years of neglect due to age and health, Royce and I have tackled something we may not be prepared to do. But, we’re totally committed so new fences to new grass and plants are going in over three growing seasons. There is so much to do it will take that long! This year is the first season of our renovations for her. We are beginning by focusing on the lawn. In the Texas panhandle this is a tall order, apparently, especially when her old lawn has laid dormant for nearly ten years. The only spot to show any old growth after a month of watering is this small patch in the middle of the back yard. We are still waiting for the grass seed to sprout (fingers crossed it does — we’ve had more than the average amount of sand storms this season so our neighbors just may be the proud recipient of a new lawn!) This morning Royce mowed this one little patch of grass and this afternoon an extremely plump bunny settled in and feasted on the clippings.  I think I’d best put a fence around the newly planted garden!

garden Yes, folks that is red clay and sand in them there rows! But we have corn, beans, squash, tomatoes, sweet basil, peppers, okra, red onions and even some flowers here and there.

I’m also putting in a few flower/hardscaps beds in around her long front porch and upgrading some furniture she has out there. Early mornings and late afternoons, Royce and I love setting on her front porch and watching all the birds and rabbits — that our dog Spike chases out of the yard — enjoying each others company and the ever present Texas plains breeze.

 

SORRY DEAR BUT THE “HONEY-DO” LIST IS MINE!

My apologies for the language in the above published picture produced by rotten-ecards (from a website which has some really raunchy but funny ecards, as well) as I know it is a bit more colorful than I post but, comically, it does sum up my life’s experience with a wishful Honey Do List. This actually made me do a little chuckle dance when I saw it.  On one hand I give myself a high-five and a pat on the back for being a handyman’s dream partner but on the other hand I do admit to having great appreciation when one of my sons do the work for me.  At the age I am — which is, as I have often written before is quickly heading to: As old as dirt — I have learned a few things about those Honey Do Lists! First, for all those simple jobs (i.e. hanging a small picture to a towel rack) I find it just as easy to pick up, for example, a hammer myself and get it done and (2) if your honey isn’t the handyman you thought he was it is really best to do it yourself.  Let’s face facts here gals, unless you are blessed to have a handyman hubby — like I was blessed a few years back with my second husband, it is easier to do it yourself, which does, truth be told, avoid unnecessary grumpiness, if you know what I mean (reference to first hubby).

As far as any hope for a new handyman at my house thus relieving me of the title — I always say: If I find a man who can take care of me better than I can take care of myself I’ll marry him!!! But the guy just won’t find my door and knock on it! Doesn’t HE know I live here???? I must place that add in the personals. I’ll get to it someday — but today a towel rack needs hanging in the laundry room and I already have a hammer in my hand — as in doing it myself.