Yard Work

So, I picked Peter up today to do our weekly run to the transfer station and saw, to my incredulous eyes, that he had MOWED THE LAWN.


When we got back from the dump run, he mentioned how annoyed he was with some overgrown shrubs on the driveway side of the house. Since it was a good day with no particular plans ahead, I offered to help him hack at them.
I should mention that as far as we can tell, the previous owner(s) of the house did almost nothing to the landscaping. This would be the third season we’ve worked on it, good change being slow. We’ve had trees professionally pruned and removed, replaced bushes, planted a garden, weeded constantly, etc. But there’s always something else to do.
Peter hates yardwork as much as I enjoy it, so I was pleased when he took me up on my offer. He cut and I hauled, and by the end of it, the perimeter of the yard, which would have been a convincing remote for “Deliverance”, looked a lot tamer.
There’s more to do, like transplant violets that are the height of an azalea, but like I said, good change is slow, and today we made excellent progress: a fact which is neither to be taken lightly nor taken for granted.