Yesterday was the work day of the week - heavy work day outside. I moved panels, moved horses, moved the obstacle course pieces, mowed the front, used the weed eater out front (got fire ants thrown into my shirt for my trouble . . they stung me twice), put the obstacle stuff back, watered the backyard, pulled the weeds from the flagstone . . . pretty much a smelly, make you-grin-cause-you-got-so-much-accomplished- kind of day.
Robert comes in and calls me to come outside. He then points to the flowers in my color garden and says; "When was the last time these got water?"
He was getting on to me. Like I was 8.
"Well, golly, officer, I have no idea how that lawn mower ended up on top of that guy . . ."
The Fam!
All Us Huttons
3 comments:
thank you Jackie, for all the work you did in the yard, I watered the plant in the color garden, it was a little dry.
That would have been much better, huh? :) please don't run Robert over with the lawn more:)
I get those comments, too, Jackie - I'm getting better about just ignoring them...
Ha, ha! Me, too.
Just today when I was driving into the driveway (after doing errands for him, picking him up from the field, delivering him to places and then back home with him again when I was actually busy but gave up my time willingly to assist.)I was "scolded" for hitting the pot hole next to the driveway.
My happy face went in my pocket for a minute or two. :-) It's back now.
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