I finally hired a guy to maintain the yard. I’m so relieved, and I have no idea why I didn’t do it sooner. I have worried and fretted over this yard – the bushes are out of control; the grass is turning into amber waves of grain. The whole place just looks unkempt, like nobody gives a damn, and I’ve been waiting for the city to cite me! UGH!
When Bill was here last week, he was going to mow and trim and clean it up – yet again. It seems like every time he’s home, the yard needs an overhaul and it just no longer has any appeal for him, but the man knows his duty and does his best. Luckily, it’s a pretty small yard, so it’s not normally a big job, unless it’s like its been, that is, not getting touched until it resembles Conrad’s Heart of Darkness!!! In any case, the universe had other plans for Bill’s efforts to do any more yard work. After struggling to get it started, the big, self driving mower was chugging along and had done about half of the yard when it just blew up – smoking and coughing and dying like the proverbial little engine that couldn’t anymore. Which, apparently, it was. Then, to add insult to injury, the spare lawnmower, that does not have self drive and must be pushed and sweated over would not even make an effort to turn over! The poor man pulled and pulled and jiggled this and wiggled that and pulled and pulled and choked it and flooded it and pulled and pulled and got a great big NADA! At that point, the equipment practically hurled itself out into the alley for trash and Bill was so pissed, he didn’t even want to look at the electric trimmer! If you know my husband, you have the picture. If you don’t, just imagine the Tasmanian Devil when Bugs Bunny gets a hold of him. Yep, that’s it.
So now, we have a lawn service. He comes and makes it pretty. I no longer worry about it, and I write a check once a month. Just another day in paradise!