NOT THE CODE ENFORCER!! I guess I haven't lived where we've had to deal with zoning (not as a fully responsible adult anyway) but gosh that sounds demoralizing on top of the early spring muck. It really is the toughest micro-season. The warmth and beginning of green season lifts my spirits, but the mud seems absolutely bottomless. But!! I pruned my fruit trees and I've begun rehabbing the asparagus patch! So things are looking up. The apple limbs are still strewn under the tree but at least I did the trimming this year.
I think I might get "The sad bad yard is a window into my March Soul" as a tattoo. I could have written every word of this. Despite the profound and disturbing trauma of our house fire, I am always surprised to find myself remembering it with some fondness every March...
This might sound silly but what if you painted the floors a darker color so you wouldn’t feel compelled to clean them all the time?
I feel every word of this way down in my toes, Annie!
NOT THE CODE ENFORCER!! I guess I haven't lived where we've had to deal with zoning (not as a fully responsible adult anyway) but gosh that sounds demoralizing on top of the early spring muck. It really is the toughest micro-season. The warmth and beginning of green season lifts my spirits, but the mud seems absolutely bottomless. But!! I pruned my fruit trees and I've begun rehabbing the asparagus patch! So things are looking up. The apple limbs are still strewn under the tree but at least I did the trimming this year.
I think I might get "The sad bad yard is a window into my March Soul" as a tattoo. I could have written every word of this. Despite the profound and disturbing trauma of our house fire, I am always surprised to find myself remembering it with some fondness every March...