April showers (well, and snow on the 3rd) and flowers are blooming. Especially the dear old dandelions. What would spring be without the dandies. Since I haven't used fertilizer or weedkiller in twenty years, I have a bumper crop.
In addition, I must have several hundred daffodills blooming and a hundred hyacinths. The Bradford pear trees are in their brilliant white bloom as well. The creeping phlox are in several hues around the yard. I always try to have something blooming year round. Here we go again.
Right now I am busy raking leaves out of flower beds and cutting down dead plants.
But, by far, my biggest challenge is the huge burn pile on the southwest corner of the lot. I hired people to come over and cut down weed trees and clear overgrowth out last summer and that pile is huge. Way too big to attempt a straight pile burn for fear it will get away from me.
So, I pull things off the pile and burn smaller fires. This is a very tiring work. And believe me at age 72 these first days of working out in the yard are getting rougher and rougher. I am one sore lad indeed.
I Didn't Know You Could Hurt So Many Ways. --RoadPain
