We all worked in this past Sunday.
Me, Massey and even Tim. With three people, we knocked it out in about an hour.
The fire pit was a major project for me last week...
but think it looks awesome now!
We've been borrowing my brothers' JD until I bring my own Johnny Dear down from our Georgia house to live and work with us. His is a Cadillac compared to my Pinto and I'm a nervous wreck the entire time I'm cutting. I start out with the blade up high and in first gear, just to make sure I don't hit any hidden rocks or roots.
Our yards back in Georgia I know like the back of my hand and could almost cut them blind folded.
I'm still getting used to this big and lush yard full of greenery, ferns, vines and vegetation. I walked the entire yard before even starting the mower, picking up loose rocks and noting where all the big exposed roots are.
Then I drove like a granny, taking wide slow turns and never getting too close to the brick border surrounding the entire front yard.
All you have to do is hit one rock and it can put a mower not only out of commission but sometimes in a shop with a hefty repair bill.(been there done that)
I got in touch with my repairman back home in Georgia and he's going to tune up my Lil Johnny Dear, put a new battery , spark plug and filter on him before I go pick it up in April.
My brother had loaned us his weed eater as well, along with the blade attachment since my weed eater is in our old garage along with Johnny, my battery powered chain saw and several other of my gardening tools.Tim did most of the trimming. I bet that weed eater weighed half what I do and is certainly taller than me.
It was a bit much for me, even with just the string cutter attached. I'm glad I borrowed his though, because I've been saying I wanted to invest in a good sturdy weed eater that would last me for years and years.
I always went to Lowe's or Home Depot and got one of the $75.00 ones. If I'm lucky, it will get me through maybe two summers.
I told Tim, after cutting with it for less than five minutes that it was simply too heavy and long for me to handle. I felt like I'd been wrassling after thirty seconds.
I'll just stick with my El Cheapo, which I can swing around like a boss all day long.
Using a larger one will put me in a yard with both my parents like in the above picture.
My age has never really bothered me before. It still doesn't.
What bothers me, is having the almost sixty year old body of a woman who's slung and carried heavy plates and trays on a daily basis for almost four decades.
At least its kept me fit for the most part. I wish it had helped with gray hair and wrinkles...
but it didn't.
I guess I'll settle for whatever God gives me...
just as long as He keeps on giving.
He gave us a decade long test of faith.
We felt like giving up, and that's okay.
The important thing is not to.
It truly amazes me when people worry or fret about the silliest problems.
Actually they're not even problems, but inconveniences.
There's nothing that rubs me the wrong way like people who complain about everything.
It makes me feel like saying "If you have everything to complain about...maybe you should instead focus on being grateful you have so much in the first place."
I know we do.
Each and every one of us.
I may be old but my time on this earth, every single day, is gold.
Even if you have a myriad of problems going on and feel overwhelmed, there are literally millions and millions of others with problems which make your own seem like a hang nail.
And if you happen to be that person I may (or may not) know, with problems so huge (literally or physically) it overwhelms your entire being and existence...
what kind of person would I be, to not put you ahead of myself when I worry or pray?
There's always another side to a story.
We've luckily always been able to swim to shore, even if we had to tread water first, then dog paddle.
This world is a literal "Hot Mess" but I have faith in the goodness of humanity, and the fact us good guys totally outnumber the bad, and...
#Majority Rules.
Till next time,
(an always grateful)
COTTON
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