Have You Seen My Baseball?
We have had a stomach bug working its way though the house the past few days. Needless to say it certainly puts a damper on enjoying the nice weather we had been experiencing (until today). Today was downright cold. It seemed to get colder as the day went on, and once a strong North-east wind kicked it was so long shorts and tee shirts. Mimzee was quite the site running around in her track suit we save just for this type or weather. Ponytail bouncing as she chased her brother around the yard. I would say the virus has been licked.
I spent the Red Sox-free afternoon finishing a project that in all honesty began about 10 years ago when we first bought this house. At our last house I had put in flower beds in the front and on the sides , and edged them with those scalloped concrete edgings you see in many yards in this part of the country.( One thing about those stones, if you ever desire to buy them , make sure you ask for "red scalloped concrete". If you ask for pink, as I did the first time I bought some, all you end up with for your trouble is the blank stare of the yard jockey, followed by a mean spirited " You mean RED.. Scalloped... Concrete... Edging ". I guess my lack of a degree in Concretology showed. Was it that obvious? My deepest darkest shame, lack of brick knowledge, suddenly uncovered at the Home Depot. How will I ever show my face on the streets again?)
Anyway..when we moved to this house about 10 years ago I did the same thing, but I have long since forgotten the reason why I only put the beds on 2 of the 3 sides of the house. Today I began digging out the final side . Now I remember why I stopped. We seem to have more rocks, stones, and boulders in the 1 foot by 3 foot stretch of land along the far side of our porch , than one might find in most quarries.
But as the saying goes, in for a penny, in for a pound so with my trusty sidekicks at hand, we dug, pulled , ripped and chipped away at 10 years of matted overgrown sod, until we had what began to resemble a flower bed. Let me say this: you really have not lived until you have witnessed first hand how amazing an overturned stone, a rusty nail, or a discarded nip bottle is in the eyes of a child. "Daddy is that a dinosaur bone?" "Daddy , is that pirate treasure?" "Ooooh Daddy look at that rock...it...is...GI-NORMOUS and on and on my private play by play went. Every shovelful, unbeknownst to me ,contained hidden treasures the likes of which can only be seen by an adult on a Hollywood screen.
Pretty cool that.
-R
I spent the Red Sox-free afternoon finishing a project that in all honesty began about 10 years ago when we first bought this house. At our last house I had put in flower beds in the front and on the sides , and edged them with those scalloped concrete edgings you see in many yards in this part of the country.( One thing about those stones, if you ever desire to buy them , make sure you ask for "red scalloped concrete". If you ask for pink, as I did the first time I bought some, all you end up with for your trouble is the blank stare of the yard jockey, followed by a mean spirited " You mean RED.. Scalloped... Concrete... Edging ". I guess my lack of a degree in Concretology showed. Was it that obvious? My deepest darkest shame, lack of brick knowledge, suddenly uncovered at the Home Depot. How will I ever show my face on the streets again?)
Anyway..when we moved to this house about 10 years ago I did the same thing, but I have long since forgotten the reason why I only put the beds on 2 of the 3 sides of the house. Today I began digging out the final side . Now I remember why I stopped. We seem to have more rocks, stones, and boulders in the 1 foot by 3 foot stretch of land along the far side of our porch , than one might find in most quarries.
But as the saying goes, in for a penny, in for a pound so with my trusty sidekicks at hand, we dug, pulled , ripped and chipped away at 10 years of matted overgrown sod, until we had what began to resemble a flower bed. Let me say this: you really have not lived until you have witnessed first hand how amazing an overturned stone, a rusty nail, or a discarded nip bottle is in the eyes of a child. "Daddy is that a dinosaur bone?" "Daddy , is that pirate treasure?" "Ooooh Daddy look at that rock...it...is...GI-NORMOUS and on and on my private play by play went. Every shovelful, unbeknownst to me ,contained hidden treasures the likes of which can only be seen by an adult on a Hollywood screen.
Pretty cool that.
-R
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