Monday, April 14, 2008

Wild Oats to Prunes

How's my day you ask. In less than ten minutes of working in the front border my back knotted up and put an end to my plans. I talked to the lady next door and her son (high school age) will do the job for me. I'll pay him well and just be thankful that his parents expect him to earn him mad money.
This is where I stand -


I hate being old and decrepit. OK, now I've had a pity party it's time to put on my big girl panties and get on with life.

6 comments:

Brad said...

Sorry about your back. Nice hot bath maybe? I'll be looking forward to pics of your borders.

SOUL: said...

don't feel bad-- mine turned to porridge long before their time too :((

happy monday-

Cheryl said...

You're lucky to have someone to pay to do the job. Do you know how hard it is to find a kid willing to work?

You had a lot of trees planted last year, if I remember correctly. Am I right?

Mary said...

Cheryl, it's true, not many kids will work any more. The young man next door will be a senior in high school next year and earning extra money to add to his photography equipment.

I had three major additions added last fall to replace some lost to a storm and the late freeze. They are all doing fine. Will repost pics of them when they leaf out. My Katrina rose is growing fast but it'll be next year before it covers the arbor.

Summer said...

Why didn't I get an invitation to that party?

Smocha said...

I hate it when that happens. :)

I wish I had a kid to pay to come take out my garbage. :(