Here I sits, again, with my feet up, thinking. That can be a good thing, or it could be a not so good thing. I suppose it depends a lot on what your frame of mind is to begin with. Right now, it is a struggle to make sure it doesn't become a "not such a good thing".
Jon and I spent a good deal of the day just running around like chickens with our heads . . screwed on crooked . . thought I was going to say with our heads cut off, didn't you? Then we finally got to work on our projects, the ones that we wanted to start on Friday. OK, I wanted to start on Friday Jon's boss referred to his week as a vacation and it seemed to go right to poor Jon's head. Silly boy.
Garrett helped Papa in the back yard and was thoroughly impressed when a corner of tin roofing caught Jon's elbow and made it bleed a lot. It went quite deep and he, of course is not current on his tetanus shots.
Then the little guy helped me trim the cursed citrus trees. It was pretty cute and he didn't do much damage. I gave him a little bitty coping saw to trim all the new suckers growing all over those ornery trees. I still say they are supposed to be bushes and some nut decided to wack them up and call them trees. Anyhoo, the lovely lemon tree, the one that really lives up to that old folk song from the 60's used to look like this. This was what it looked like after it had been trimmed a bunch, so it had been even bigger.
This is what it looked like a few days after the big freeze and about a week before the last leaf dropped. We waited to see what would still sprout . . . . .
. . . . and now, alas, that pathetic giant of a tree looks like this.
I have been trimming, muttering and just going crazy for three days now and might be almost done, for now. When they are sprouting like this, it is likely to be a never ending battle for most of the summer. At least it kept me handy for helping Jon, kind of like when I helped my dad so long ago. I can hand stuff to you with the best of them!
So now, I am so tired and sore, but what a nice feeling when something is finally finished. The walls are the next stage of the work yurt, but I will be able to reclaim that patio at least and keep the tools, etc protected while they go up. The shade under that roof is so nice!
Jon and I spent a good deal of the day just running around like chickens with our heads . . screwed on crooked . . thought I was going to say with our heads cut off, didn't you? Then we finally got to work on our projects, the ones that we wanted to start on Friday. OK, I wanted to start on Friday Jon's boss referred to his week as a vacation and it seemed to go right to poor Jon's head. Silly boy.
Then the little guy helped me trim the cursed citrus trees. It was pretty cute and he didn't do much damage. I gave him a little bitty coping saw to trim all the new suckers growing all over those ornery trees. I still say they are supposed to be bushes and some nut decided to wack them up and call them trees. Anyhoo, the lovely lemon tree, the one that really lives up to that old folk song from the 60's used to look like this. This was what it looked like after it had been trimmed a bunch, so it had been even bigger.
This is what it looked like a few days after the big freeze and about a week before the last leaf dropped. We waited to see what would still sprout . . . . .
. . . . and now, alas, that pathetic giant of a tree looks like this.
I have been trimming, muttering and just going crazy for three days now and might be almost done, for now. When they are sprouting like this, it is likely to be a never ending battle for most of the summer. At least it kept me handy for helping Jon, kind of like when I helped my dad so long ago. I can hand stuff to you with the best of them!
So now, I am so tired and sore, but what a nice feeling when something is finally finished. The walls are the next stage of the work yurt, but I will be able to reclaim that patio at least and keep the tools, etc protected while they go up. The shade under that roof is so nice!
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