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Dressing for the Season

Oh Spring, how I love thee.

Tis the season for pulling out dresses that have been in hibernation, along with sandals.

Being a Florida girl, I get to celebrate the warm weather a little earlier than my northern friends.

I can’t say that’s a bad thing…from my perspective, that is.

Spring=Working in the Yard

Whew!  I’m tired!  The arrival of Spring has brought with it the usual yard work maintenance.

Earlier this week, I cleared some very sticky and tall vines from my backyard.  The vines were so bad that they had wrapped themselves around one of my healthy trees and were slowly choking it.  I pulled out a ton of weeds and dragged it, along with a dead tree trunk, to the curb.

On Saturday, Rooster was going to mow the grass.  Before he could do it, however, I realized that I had tons of weeds to pull.  Simply mowing over them would be an invitation for them to visit again.  So, I sprayed myself down with sunscreen, donned a visor, and headed outside.

Three hours later, I had amassed the following pile (this is after the city picked up my previous pile):

To give you an idea of the ground I covered, take a look at the view down the side of my house:

The entire length was covered with weeds of all sorts…prickly ones, dandelions…you name it, and I pulled it.  Now, it’s all clear, along with the rest of the front yard.

Pulling the weeds was not easy.  I got the bright idea of sitting on a small stool, which I scooched up as I progressed.  Let me tell you…the stool does not have a cushion.  Let’s just say that my cheeks (and I don’t mean facial) are severely bruised right now.  I think it’s from sitting on the edge of the seat and then sliding the stool forward and collapsing on it each time.

Not pretty, my friends.  Especially when trying to sit gracefully in church.

I still have a lot of work to do in the yard.  I’m going to buy some grass seed and attempt to grow it in the front.  My neighbor suggested that I rake the yard to loosen the dirt, then aerate it with a tool she loaned me (pictures will follow) and then spread the seed with my fertilizer spreader.  That sounds like a job for later this week.

I need time to recuperate from yesterday.

Lovely Spring Weather

This is my favorite time of year.  I don’t know where you live, but in Florida, Spring is simply amazing.  It’s not too hot and not too cold.

Ahhhh…

I totally understand the term “Spring Cleaning.”

I think that the fresh breezes brings with them the desire to sweep away the clutter from Winter.

This afternoon, Rooster and I ran back to the grocery store and then headed home for an afternoon of chores.  I pulled my dry clothes off of the line so he could hang his newely washed ones.  While Rooster was busy, I decided to wash Pele and Aubie.  A guy drove past, his dog riding shotgun, and he offered to let me bathe the dog.

Um, no thank you.

Next, I washed my car.  I had made an interesting discovery yesterday.  On a whim, I threw baking soda on the windshield and sprayed it with the Method cleaner you can buy at Target.  Then, I sprinkled more baking soda on the wet windshield.  I took a wet cloth, climbed a ladder (I have an SUV, and I’m short), and simply wiped away the dried bug guts that covered the glass.

Easy, peasie.

However, what I failed to realize was that I left a lot of baking soda on the front of the car.  Hence, the need to wash the entire thing.

That done, I went inside, opened the windows, folded my clean clothes, and straightened up a bit, enjoying the fresh breezes blowing through.

Rooster swept the house.

Spring brings with it so much hope that you can’t help but be infected with a sense of joy.  Fresh starts…inside the house, inside the heart.

I don’t know…I’m melancholy, I guess.  Maybe it’s the affect of the crud I’ve been suffering with the last week and a half.

Regardless, my heart sings to God, who saw fit to make the seasons.