I lead a green lifestyle. My mower is a standard push mower: without the engine. As a new home owner on an island that receives more rain than I have freckles (and I have A LOT OF SPOTS), I was, er, um, optimistic about how well I could tend front, back, and side lawns with my better half gone for nearly six months each year.
So, my little 120 behind got real mad one day, and I mowed the lawn to burn off some steam. Boy: did that work out well. I have a neatly trimmed lawn, and I curbed my anxiety.
Well, then I got a wee bit more optimistic.
How about laying a stone walkway from the driveway to the front door?
How about painting the front door red: inside and out?
How about marking the edge of the lawn with large boulders?
How about sprucing up that mailbox?
So, I took off a Friday afternoon of a long, holiday weekend, and I labored. I cleared the weeds and gravel from the front walk to make room for a liner. I obtained a bid from a local painter to decorate our door. I lined half the front lawn with boulders-- only to realize that I had come up short (not enough rock, ironically). And so, by the time I looked at the mailbox, I realized that each of the other projects only completed half way: I should probably stop there.
And so, I made my way to the back lawn, and had a picnic on my organic produce, and just enjoyed the sunshine. The reality: I really need his help with some of these big projects. So...with my She-Ra boots thrown in the closet and gardening gloves retired to the garage shelf: I am spent and need help.
Life of a Boat Wife