The Progeny
Earning my stripes
Weather's been BEAUTIFUL yesterday and today. And that means: prunin' time.
I started on the apple and cherry trees yesterday, and did all the raspberry bushes today.
Smart people wear long sleeves when they do this :-p
I never seem to remember that until after I finish. But at least I never try that with ragweed anymore. These are just scratches and they'll go away in a couple of days. Hopefully not until I can get some sympathy from the folks at church, though.
After I'd completed my yearly exercise in bramble laceration, I headed back to the final apple tree, and then uttered those immortal words, "Okay guys...time to pick up branches!"
Some day, after the kids are grown, I'll start a nice program for rich, city kids. They can visit the country, enjoy the fresh air and provide a great service to us old folks.
And if they demonstrate the proper aptitude, I might let them pick up stones out of the ditch.
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I started on the apple and cherry trees yesterday, and did all the raspberry bushes today.
Smart people wear long sleeves when they do this :-pI never seem to remember that until after I finish. But at least I never try that with ragweed anymore. These are just scratches and they'll go away in a couple of days. Hopefully not until I can get some sympathy from the folks at church, though.
After I'd completed my yearly exercise in bramble laceration, I headed back to the final apple tree, and then uttered those immortal words, "Okay guys...time to pick up branches!"
Some day, after the kids are grown, I'll start a nice program for rich, city kids. They can visit the country, enjoy the fresh air and provide a great service to us old folks.
And if they demonstrate the proper aptitude, I might let them pick up stones out of the ditch.
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 4:39 PM
5 Comments:
I can't believe how snow-free you are. In spite of a lot of melting, we still have a lot of snow on the ground. And they are predicting rain tonight and tomorrow and then six to ten inches of snow Saturday night and Sunday.
I gather the weather by you is generally warm, gauging by the short sleeves for outdoor work. A light jacket was comfortable here too, even with the snow cover.
But it's my friend in Texas who has her garden in (although covered against frost at night) that makes me anxious for spring (even though that doesn't mean planting for me--just warmth.
Those stones actually grow in your ditch, don't they?
Terry, what do you expect when you live in Wisconsin? I'll bet you have better cheese, though.
There are still the remains of one drift on the north side, but even if most of the ground is clear, it is very squishy.
And when I pulled out a small dead tree in hopes of transplanting something live, I had to quit 'cause the ground is still mostly frozen.
I do think you should experiment with planting something (easy) in a large pot or two. It's so rewarding watching plants grow (unless they die....then I usually find it very helpful to blame it on space aliens). I'm sure Ron would be glad to keep it weeded and watered for you :-D
Thainamu, it certainly SEEMS as if stones grow in the ditch. I used to be nice and have the kids throw them back onto the road. But now that I'm older, have come to my senses and started ignoring misguided scruples, we just use them to fill in rough spots on our driveway.
I should be able to smooth out quite a few spots this year...
Mommy, I don't know how I missed last night that you had a picture of your scraped-up arm in this post. Do you know how funny that is? :)
Oh good. Some people just don't "get" scraped-arm humor, it being relatively new to the whole hall-of-humor (genre) thing.
Your father, on the other hand, has always laughed and had no sympathy when something like that happens. But then, he's always been ahead of his time, which I'm pretty sure is the main reason for him being 7 years older than moi.
I, on the other hand, have no problems with blatant attempts to garner sympathy. Thus, the picture.
I'm a firm believer in 'the public has a right to know' philosophy.
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