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It felt good to play in the dirt, until….

 

Spring has been a long time coming and I’m way behind on my garden work.

By this time I’ve usually got all the beds cleaned out and a few flowers blooming.

This year?

I’ve got weeds.

 

 

And random spikey things.

 

 

I spent 3 hours today getting rid of both.

 

 

I also reseated the brick border and tackled a bit of the bush from Hell.

 

 

If anyone ever asks if you want a flowering quince? Run.

Run far, and fast.

Preferably after you punch them in the throat for suggesting it in the first place.

Ours was here when we moved in and we’ve been battling it ever since. It grows over the roof each season and has roots that are 300 friggin’ feet deep. We’ve tried to dig it up, burn it out and hack it down to nubs numerous times.

I believe it likes the challenge….. and comes back stronger every time.

 

 

Did I mention it’s also full of thorns?

 

 

Good times.

I did 6 beds in the back and on the side of the house and felt good….

 

 

Until….

 

 

I turned over a brick and disturbed an ant nest. Within seconds those little suckers were crawling all over me and I had to run for a hose.

I rinsed most of them off but not before a few crawled up my pant leg.

 

 

Sadly, yes…. there were.

And the little bastards bit me too.

The herd.

 

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It’s been deer central at Casa River lately.

 

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With upwards of 14 at a time.

 

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Lots of repeat visitors from past years, and though they might all look the same to you…. we recognize and call quite a few of them by name.

Alright… Pregnant, the Buck, Little Guy and Dark Doe aren’t so much names as designations. But still.

 

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Our resident buck’s antlers are starting to grow back….

 

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Which always makes me think of Carrie Fisher’s Princess Leia’s doughnut hairdo.

 

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They’re all currently blowing winter coats and the lawn is full of hair clumps.

 

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Which the birds, chipmunks and squirrels scoop up for their spring nests.

 

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Mother Nature is a wonderful thing.

More chucker pics….

 

Because I can.

 

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I’m seriously in love with this little critter.

 

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I know most people see them as pests and hate them.

 

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But other than a few holes here and there….

 

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This one’s never done any harm.

 

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And a cuter garbage disposal for leftover salad scraps you’re not apt to find.

 

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Last year we had a momma woodchuck and 4 babies.

 

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This year…. only one.

 

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I’ve yet to determine if it’s momma or one of her kids.

Weird products.

 

They’re everywhere.. including here.

And while I like a nice manicure as much as the next girl?

 

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I don’t think I’m quite ready to share Mr. Ed’s beauty routine.

 

 

This next product confuses me.

 

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If my ears are cold….

Why am I sweating? And if I’m sweating….

Why are my ears cold? This makes no sense.

Third on the list –

 

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This bothers me for two reasons.

First, the name. I mean really…. there’s only one thing I think of when I hear the word tinkle, and an eyebrow razor isn’t even close.

Second… why are sharp instruments being packaged in cutsie pastel colors with a cartoon bound to attract children?

Little Susie doesn’t want a teddy bear…. give her something to slash her wrists with instead. It’s pink!

 

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Again with the lazy ass people products.

Because yes, cell phones really are too heavy.

Finally, there’s a product I didn’t even know I needed.

 

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My pillowcase is giving me pimples!

When the hell did that start?

 

The last batch.

 

But really, how can you not love these art re-creations?

 

 

Look at that woman!

Having her husband’s head on a platter has simply made her day worth living.

 

 

The nose is a little less spectacular, but okay.

 

 

Wow.

Im not sure which is more disturbing, the original or the remake.

 

 

Is it me…

Or does that guy look like George Harrison’s Indian guru from the 60’s?

 

 

Art imitating life, or life imitating art?

Either way…. that man is slaying it.

And now, the final picture.

Which couldn’t be any more relevant if it tried.

 

We are definitely not mathematicians.

 

On a gloomy, overcast Sunday morning….we started putting trim board on the baby barn at 9:00am.

 

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At 10:00am we were still on the first piece.

 

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And yes, at 11:00am we were still there as well.

 

 

Frustrating?

A wee bit.

 

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Cutting angles is not our forte….. and it almost made me wish I’d paid more attention in 7th grade geometry.

 

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A lot of serious thought, planning… not to mention cursing…. was going on right there.

 

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And before you say “Use a mitre saw!”, we did. But the building is less than straight and square and when we finally did manage to get it right?

 

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It was still wrong.

 

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Thank God for flashing. It covers a multitude of sins.

 

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So this side looked good.

 

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But when we turned the corner?

Not so much.

 

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How the Hell did that happen?

There was only one solution.

 

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Sit on the big barn porch and photograph it from far away.

Yes.

Much better.

 

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More flashing, more nightmarish trim board.

And if you’re asking what I contributed to the project?

Besides acting as a general gopher…. because when the husband is up his tools are down, and when he’s down his tools are up… my contribution was this:

 

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Classic tunes on shuffle.

 

 

There he goes again, ever the optimist.

 

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Thankfully the husband used to do roofing when he was young, so yes. The shingles were perfectly level.

 

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And because he was so thrilled something was finally level?

 

 

He checked it again.

 

 

And again.

 

 

I gave up on him at 6:00pm and headed inside for dinner, but he was out there until 8:00 trying to reach the top.

 

 

He didn’t quite make it.