Dear Diary,
In the weeks since my last post, I’ve fleshed out the entirety of my upcoming road trip: attractions, hotels, restaurants, even a few thrift shops I want to hit. I found an old journal in a drawer upstairs and knowing no one would miss it, ripped out the first few used pages and made it mine.
Ever feel like a hamster on a wheel? Me too. Especially this past weekend. My husband and I have a real knack for making more work for ourselves when there’s already plenty to be had. We spent Saturday out working in the yard. We planted, and laid drip hoses. We put down sod. Round about knocking off time (for normal people) we decided IT WAS TIME. We got out the sawzall and put on some gloves, we gathered our daughters and then, one by one, we took out four bushes. WHY? Because I hate yew. My husband hates yew. And truth be told, our daughters hate yew too.
Sorry for the lack of posting, my husband & I have been chained out in the garden. HHAHAHAH – no I am serious.
This is what our side garden looked like when we moved in. It’s a little hard to see, but there are flower beds and a brick path under there.