I'm thankful to have a yard for weeds to grow in. Not that I love the weeds, but it means that I have a place, however modest, for my children to run around and play in. The backyard in particular provides a wonderful place for them to play croquet. And on a side note, pulling weeds goes a little ways to letting you get some of your aggressions out. Not as good as the batting cages- let's not get carried away, but there is a certain satisfaction to pulling on a weed and feeling that stubborn root rip right out of the ground.
I'm thankful that my poisonous oleander plants that grow just as bad, if not worse than, the weeds, at least produce pretty pink flowers to look at. There's something serene about a flower that blooms from a tiny bud, whether it's on an elegant rose bush or on this wacky plant. I'm also thankful that having the lawn forces me outside, where I can appreciate some of the things that I may miss otherwise. For example, these little guys:
...actually, they were fairly large. I found a handful of them crawling around on the top section of the house, near the attic. A couple of them measured as big as six inches long. They were neat to watch crawl around for awhile and gave me a good reason to go grab the camera and procrastinate about the weed pulling for a little while. ;)
3 comments:
I just love to read your stories! It's wonderful that you have your new home and your new lease on life!! ...and your heart seems so very happy. :D
You deserve it Val!! (((hugs)))
Rhonda
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XOXOXOXO
Cindi
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I'm glad that you're enjoying the yard with your boys. What a wonderful place and way for them to grow up.
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