My sweet husband would be perfectly happy living in a condominium with few maintenance issues. But he knows that I love living right here in this old farmhouse surrounded by meadow, and he humors me. This past weekend I had a long list of springtime chores and he gamely joined in. He wasn't overly enthusiastic at first.
We:
Hauled branches from the recently pruned fruit trees
Dismantled a tumble down firewood pile, re-stacked the good wood and hauled the bad
Put the screen door up
Cleaned the chicken coop
Gave an out-of-control flower bed a major overhaul
Ran a few errands (including buying seed potatoes for the vegetable garden)
Raked some of the yard
And... (drum roll, please)
burned an enormous brush pile!
In our area burn permits are not issued until dusk, so we dined outside while we watched a years worth of branches, scrap wood, our Christmas tree and other miscellaneous junk go up in smoke. Where a messy pile once stood there is now a flat, charred area that will soon be covered in new, green growth. And this was a chore that a guy could warm up to, (pun intended.) It involved tools, cold beer and leaping flames. He was a happy guy!
I can hardly wait to see what fun chores I dream up for the coming weekend...stay tuned!
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