A few days ago, while pulling into the driveway after a trip to the grocery store with my wife and youngest daughter, Sarah, my wife made the comment, “I don’t know which one of you is going to do it, but this yard has to be cleaned up.”
For the last several years, Sarah and I have been responsible for the yard work, usually taking turns mowing the grass and trimming the shrubs. While Sarah and I were well aware of the condition of the yard, we remained quiet knowing full well when mama complains about the yard it must be really bad.
My wife and I made a deal a long time ago — my wife does not mow the grass or empty the trash cans. There would be no wedding day if I could not agree to those terms, so I don’t even ask for her assistance in the yard.
Because my wife doesn’t do yard work, she rarely gives Sarah and I any flack about the condition of the yard, only this time she couldn’t help but notice the sheer disaster we had allowed our yard to become during the four-month winter yard hibernation.
Knowing our days of winter hibernation were rapidly drawing to a close, Sarah and I embarked on the daunting task of getting the yard in at least decent condition before my wife could gently remind us a second time of the mess we had created.
Within the first minutes of work with my Weed Eater it became painfully obvious to me how much we had enjoyed our winter hibernation as we piled up enough tree limbs for several bond fires, collected several bags of trash, and covered several holes dug by someone with a metal detector looking for buried treasure.
It got so bad at one point, Sarah suggested we actually pay someone to help us haul off the trash and tree limbs. The saddest part is Sarah and I are no strangers to yard work, doing yard work for some very fine people over the years. While we may have the knowledge and ability, as Sarah can tell you, waking from hibernation can be very tough.
In case you were wondering what keeps us entertained during hibernation, we ate our share of breakfast biscuits, watched our share of football, and packed on some extra pounds in preparation for winter.
While we may not be ready to awake from hibernation, much like baseball players use spring training to prepare for baseball season, we must use the spring to get into mowing shape for the long hot mowing season of summer.
It’s not going to be easy this season for two people who enjoyed hibernating as much as we did last winter, but once again, I will answer the call of the lawnmower and the trash can, till death do us part.
Jimmy Parker lives in Erwin. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.