Ah, Spring is upon us. Spring, the season of rebirth; the season of flowers, baby birds and showers; the season of, dare we say it... gardening.
For the last two years, when gardening season arrived, I had two young helpers to assist with mowing and weeding. But not this year. The young master Alex, is weeks away from graduating high school and is generally too busy to come mow. Little miss KG, the haiku composing weeder, has now turned 15 and has a boyfriend. Obviously, that makes her unable to do yard work. That, and the fact that she doesn't have a pressing need for cash.
Sigh, the loss of youth. Or, in this case, the loss of paid child labor. Now, if Alex is busy, I have to (get to?) do it myself. I'm not a fan of the weed eater (too many flying projectiles near my eyes), so Brian does that part. Seriously, I'd rather pay them to come hang out and do yard work with us because it is so much more fun with them around to play with. And, there is less work for everyone.
Alas, youth is gone.
Note to readers: Alex did come mow last week. This blog was written in my head about a month ago. It just got put into writing today, after a gentle prod from my favorite brother-in-law.
You might also mention that Miss KG has been busy with softball and physical therapy...as well as the boyfriend! Summer is only a couple of weeks away, so perhaps your youths may be back for at least a little while. :)
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