Redbud Out on the Two Lane
Unless you have driven down a country road in West Virginia in mid April and been treated to the magnificence of a full on display of redbud and dogwood…you are seriously missing out on God showing off! Some years are better than others and the stars must be aligned just right this year because they are show stoppers. And, no matter how hard I try, photographs just do not do them justice.
Violets Growing Out of a Crack in the Sidewalk
As soon as I had breakfast down me yesterday, Mr. FixIt had the mowers loaded up on the utility trailer and we headed to the farm. By the time we got there, the morning dew was dry and it was smooth sailing getting the lawn mowed. I think back to the year I lived there on my own and had to mow with a push mower. Land sakes…it took ALL day and I was exhausted. And it’s only about an acre. I once thought of getting a riding mower for out there, but never did. Let me tell you…a riding mower makes short work of that yard. Poor Mr. FixIt uses the push mower and trims around the edges where the riding mower can’t reach. He also mows the ditch out front along the road and when we’re done, it’s a showpiece! I did a load of sheets while we were mowing and once they were finished, we headed home.
The Lawn Always Looks Great Freshly Mown
As we pulled in the driveway, I told him not to put the riding mower away when he took it off the trailer. I could NOT believe how much the grass has grown since I mowed it last week. We quickly set to the chore and had it knocked down long before dark. But, man were we tired. Mowing is a lot harder on the back the older you get. I bought Mr. FixIt some pretty strong CBD lotion for his back and he swears it works. So I decided to try it myself last night. I’ll let you know how well it works.
Our Redbud at the Ponderosa
I also started bringing home some tubs of my belongings from the farm. There’s still a lot of stuff out there that I brought with me from Colorado, and since I haven’t touched it since 2014, you can imagine just how badly I need it, right? The last thing I wanted to do was drag that stuff to the basement last night, but I had to. The tonneau cover on the back of my pickup doesn’t keep the bed dry and we’ll be getting rain again today. Heavy boxes and my poor sweetie couldn’t carry one more thing so it was left to me this time. I just slid them down the steps, one step at a time. It wasn’t all that bad.
I turned off the gas heaters out at the farm now because we are long past the threat of freezing pipes. In exchange, I turned on the dehumidifier. It’s that time of year when it will start getting hot enough to bring up the humidity and left to its own devices, that house will get moldy inside and that just will not do. There’s so much to do there to get ready to sell and I know it’s not mine, but my uncle lives on the other side of the state so I need to at least get my part done.
So, that’s it for another day of farm life. I have a new appreciation for REAL farmers. Those who raise animals and hay and crops and work from sunup to sundown. This is just pretend farming, but I love it just the same. It is wonderful when you lay down at night with the bone weary satisfaction of jobs well done. I do love that!
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“It is the hard-working farmer who ought to have the first share of the crops.”
2 Timothy 2:6 ESV