Surviving the Ides

We've lived through the Ides of March, so that has to be good, right?

Ma is going to make a determined effort to post more often, even if the posts end up being incredibly dull or disjointed.
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Today was another gorgeous, springish day, as evidenced by the sunshine, temperatures close to 60, and the soft, spongy ground.

It was so ideal, in fact, that I had to go and ruin one hour of it by having the four youngest hit the ditch for the first stone pick-up of the season. And by the looks of all the gravel, the snowplows have been busy.

All I asked of them was one hour's work with no breaks.

Three were fairly enthusiastic, but Nolan's reticence more than compensated for their willing spirits.

I had to continually tell him....well, there's no point in going into it. Suffice it to say it was a never-ending struggle.

Kept him near me to facilitate nagging.

"I don't hear any stones going into the bucket."

"But I'm so tired!"

"Maybe so, but I bet you feel better than me."

"How many more minutes?"

"You just asked me two minutes ago. And don't empty your bucket yet...the bottom isn't even covered and....(blah blah, blah blah blah)."

Finally, FINALLY the hour was up. And he went running, lickety-split to dump his last, meager bucket-load.

"I thought you were tired....?"

*slows to walk*

Pulling teeth. It's just so much fun.

At least we survived.
 

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