Category: yard work
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mummy
The lawn mower didn’t start when I pulled the trigger on it yesterday. The blades were very hard to turn by hand, so I thought that maybe the bearings on the motor could use a touch of oil, and that meant I would have to take the engine cover off. I had wanted to do Read.
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is that a dibble in your pocket?
Phrases about working in the garden that sound normal when My Darling B says them but sound dirty when I say them: pruning the sage plowing the potato bed weeding the patch sowing the sweet peas is that a dibble in your pocket? Read.
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blister
Well, I thought I was ready to do a little yard work today, but I didn’t realize how literally true that would turn out to be. A little was all I could handle after blobbing out on the recliner all winter. My Darling B wanted the leaves from the front yard to turn them into Read.
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field of dreams
Behold, the true owners of the back yard of our little red house: If it’s true that possession is nine-tenths of the law, then the dandelions have it. That is not our little red house in the background, by the way. I know you were thinking it. Read.
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rebuilding
Man, Tim’s going to town with that shovel, isn’t he? I’ll tell you something, the guy really knows how to dig a ditch. Okay, maybe not the most ringing endorsement of a man’s skills, but still nothing to sneeze at. If we’d had to do this all by ourselves yesterday, I wouldn’t have been able Read.
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immobile
I can just barely bend at the waist after spending an afternoon working in the yard yesterday. I certainly can’t touch my knees. That’s how out of shape I am. This happened last year, too, and after groaning and shuffling our way through last spring, My Darling B and I vowed to enroll at a Read.
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changeup
My Darling B has a whole new attitude about mice since she opened her garden shed and discovered they’d pooped and peed on just about everything in there. Before she was on Mother Nature’s side, making me trap them live so we could release them in a nearby city park, but now that she has Read.
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lawnmower hack
I had to destroy our lawn mower to save it. The handle of our lawn mower broke off. I don’t know whether or not you’ve ever tried to use a lawn mower after the handle breaks off. If not, I can tell you it ain’t easy to do. Damn near impossible, would be my best Read.
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slaughter
I spent two and a half hours slaughtering dandelions this morning, and I’m bushed. I was going to say “doing battle with dandelions” instead of “slaughtering” but, unless you count their ability to reproduce faster than rabbits, they can’t really fight back much, which makes it kind of a stupid metaphor. “Slaughtering” is totally accurate, Read.
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after the devastation
If you were driving down Sylvan Lane in Monona this morning, you would have seen yard after yard of neatly-tended, uniformly green lawns, and then you would have seen a yard where Chemlawn had obviously not been welcome for many years. I finally mowed our field of dandelions this morning because, even though I think Read.
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