Well, what else would you want to be doing on Valentine’s Day, but working up a sweat clearing the yard?
You might recall this shot (in our front yard) from last weekend:
Well, lookee now:
It’s all got to go once the extensions begin – so you’re not meant to exclaim “Hey, nice garden!” ! But it looks doable now. We won’t need to clear away a jungle to make way for the garage. (Those bloody ferns are a pain in the proverbial. Can’t believe the idiots who planted them.)
So, anyway, on our first (of two) trips to the tip – or rather the local waste depot place – the Lions Club guys who operate it said to me “Gee, you’d think he’d take you out somewhere better for Valentines Day!”
I did laugh. It didn’t matter. We just aren’t into Valentines Day. At all. Never have been. But, really, when it comes down to it, it’s not a bad thing to be working at, and achieving something, together. Perhaps I could have done without the sweat trickling into my eyes. And the ants crawling on me. And the sawdust falling on me (as I made like ballast on the bottom of the ladder, while he sawed at some branches on high – the ones that were too thick for the super whammy deluxe lopper).
But I’m counting on the fact that all the physical exertion involved (when I wasn’t being ballast, but dragging armfuls of branches to the trailer, or wielding the Super Duper Lopper myself) burnt off a kazillion calories.
And we had some time together, just the two of us, without the kids. (OK, so it was driving to and from the tip!)
We’ve achieved something that’s been needing to be done for the past – oh – 10 years.
I’ve had worse days!
And I think I’ll sleep quite well tonight.