Spring has sprung according to my magnolia tree in the front yard.
Pretty as it may be, I actually detest this tree. Let’s talk about yard work.
Magnolia trees have really thin bark and pine-cone-like things that fall and can completely destroy a lawnmower. And if it survives those blades, it will obliterate a spot on your leg when it comes flying at you at Mach 1. Or, something like that. It hurts. I have a big ol’ bruise from when I mowed the lawn the other day. It was painful and anyone who saw the little “dance” I did after the impact probably thinks I am completely out of my mind. Fair enough. That’s probably a disputable subject these days…
Actually, I don’t mind mowing — it’s good exercise. It’s the weed eater I hate. And it hates me. I fight with the dang thing SO much and I feel like it just laughs at me as I try to accomplish my goal of grass decapitation. I don’t have a cow or a goat in my yard, so I just have to sit there and take it like a woman. The Viper Pilot tells me it is because I insisted he buy me the little one and it is a cheap-o weed eater. Well, I just have a feeling that if I get rid of this one, it will only be replaced by an equally incompetent bugger. I said to him the other day after it took me almost an entire hour to whack the weeds from my yard that someone somewhere has surely re-engineered this device.
I think the solution is a goat trimmer. I’m serious. I want a goat. Think about all the benefits of owning a goat. Bear with me here…they love nutrient-dense broadleaf plants which means they will much rather munch on a nice weed than a blade of grass. Lest we forget the cheese, milk, a nicely trimmed lawn, a cute little guy in your yard…a living weed whacker.
And that’s how I feel about that. Laugh all you want. 🙂
But somehow, I just don’t think the other four-legged creature would approve of a goat in her yard.
Check back tomorrow for a recipe post!
Happy Friday, you guys! 🙂