Weekends during the pandemic don’t look like they used to.
While we’ve been staying home like good little citizens, we did have a big day out last Saturday…. which I’ll share with you now. (Since we won’t be vacationing in the foreseeable future and I know you’ll miss my travel blogs.)
We drove to the Limington Harmon airport.
Which, as you can see…… is not quite Chicago O’Hare.
As travel destinations go….. it lacked a certain something.
But the husband was investigating an incident/accident and had to take pictures of the runway.
So at least we walked in the fresh air…
With absolutely zero chance of anyone breathing infection on us.
And I guess that’s about all you can ask from a day trip these days.
A time to remember and honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
The weekend dawned clear and bright, and while others were out on the lake or enjoying cookouts with friends…
We at Casa River were hard at work.
A winter that didn’t want to let go and one of the wettest springs I can remember left us with an utter nightmare of a landscape. Parts of the lawn have been a swamp for a month and impossible to mow, so this had to happen.
That’s the husband.
Weed wacking the lawn.
You know how they always say the grass is greener over the septic tank?
Believe it.
He was calf deep in a veritable field of thick heavy grass.
After the weed wacking came the mowing, and after the mowing…
The raking of the mini hay field.
People think we exaggerate when we say it takes the both of us, working all day, to do the weekly lawn maintenance.
We don’t. And it does.
But the weather cooperated for 3 days with warm sun and cool breezes and we got a lot done.
I dragged the deck furniture out of the barn and finished the garden bed I had to redo….
Then hauled in another 30 bags of mulch for some others.
I weeded, and mulched and reset border stones for 10 beds.
All prepped and ready for flowers.
I spent the next day mowing and trimming and cutting back dead shrubs.
And the day after that?
I literally couldn’t move.
Everything that could hurt, did.
Neck, shoulders, arms, thighs, knees and feet.
Nothing like a long winter of inactivity to show you who’s boss.
