My mom's sick joke was inlisting my help in weeding at 6am to beat the heat on my summer vacation. For three mornings in a row. As much as I LOATHE weeding, it was very theraputic and enjoyable to weed someone else's flowerbed. I LOVE a good completed project and we didn't just complete the weeding, we rocked it. We moved fences, strung raspberry vines, pulled rhodies and then we got so excited that we went crazy on our neighbors lawn. That lawn is a hopeless mess of an acre so our little 10-foot patch of damage wasn't even noticed by the owner even though we spent hours. No big deal, we had good laughs.
One of which was watching my 15-year old brother do what he calls weedeating but it was actually more like watching him give a cat a haircut with toenail clippers. Sorry Jace but you were ALL OVER the place. My sis, Jannalee and I got a bit controlling, telling him of all his faults and so Jannalee took over.
Now that I think about it, Jace may have been a bit smarter than us afterall as I watched him sip his lemonade while Jannalee tamed the gasoline beast.
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