Soooo, remember when we pretended last weekend we were pioneers taking back the prairie? (You can catch up on that post HERE.)
We're on Week Two and I still haven't come up with a more clever name.
We didn't get as much accomplished this weekend as we did last weekend. Or at least it didn't feel like it since I wasn't as crucial to the process, anyway. Oh, I still worked, but only for a bit attacking these weeds with Eli.
This is kind of "our" spot. It's the part of our land that a tractor or lawn mower can't get to. It doesn't seem like a very much until you're swinging a pick ax and pulling out the prickly tumbleweeds and sunflowers with your hands.
Sometimes it seems like we're never ever gonna finish. Ever. But I keep telling myself that working 30 minutes a day, everyday is going to yield some kind of evidence pretty soon.
At least I hope so before I lose my helper! And he sure is handy with a pick ax!
Brad was alot more productive, at least as far as visible change is concerned.
He and Phoebe used the tractor to uproot the really big weeds and then mow down most of the shrubbery. It took an entire afternoon so don't be thinking he got off easy.
Phoebe probably did, but there's only so much whining I can take before I send her off to "help" her dad. :)
Next weekend we're attacking more weeds and uprooting the stubborn yucca plants we poisoned last weekend. All of this makes me seriously doubt the sanity of West Texas' early settlers.
No comments:
Post a Comment