Showing posts with label Yard Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yard Work. Show all posts

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Three Things






Mathews High School Varsity Girls Basketball Team
Daughter Maria, front row, first on left



Welcome to Thursday, the day of the week dedicated to the sharing of three thoughts, which can be random, related, or not even fully formed sentences.  And three is only a suggestion.  Three goes with Thursday better than two which sounds better with Tuesday or one that belongs with Wednesday.  But there is no rule saying you couldn't share thirty things on Thursday if you were so inclined.  I'm clearly losing my mind, is it Spring yet? flexible that way.

I'll go first with my three paragraphs things.

1.  These are pictures of my daughter's basketball team.  They won against Middlesex the other night and played the best I've seen them play all year.  Our last home game is tonight against King William.  The seniors, pictured below, will be honored.

2.  Now that all the snow has melted, unfortunately I am able to see all the junk that is in my yard. That junk is not limited to the overabundance of tree limbs, pine cones and pine needles so common this time of year.  Nope, I am talking about two basketball goals lying topsy turvy in my driveway; a boogie board (which was used as a sled after the real sled broke) in the middle of my sidewalk; two large chunks of red plastic representing what used to be a sled  before out-of-school teenagers got to it (see above); a leaf blower on my porch (hey, it worked on that last batch of snow and is way easier than shoveling steps and porches); the hose stretching from the garage to the creek (for reasons I'll never understand, but teenagers are involved); and, well, just lots of junk.  The next warm day I really need to get out there and pick some of this stuff up.

3.  Airfare has been booked and registration submitted for Baby Sis and I to run the St. Jude's Half Marathon in Nashville April 26th.  The worst part will be the 13.1-mile jog through the city, but the best part will be seeing our friend Lauren.  Click here and here for a glimpse at last year's adventure.  (Anything involving Baby Sis begins and ends as an adventure.)


That's it for me.  Now it's your turn to share three things, which can be three sentences or three paragraphs. Or thirteen or thirty three.  Whatever floats your boat.  Anything at all.



Seniors:  Hannah R., Whitney E., Emily B. and Shanice W.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Osprey









These were taken from the end of Reeves Road near the Coast Guard station at Milford Haven.











I was so busy admiring the scenery 









that I almost overlooked some activity at a nearby boat house.











































How these creatures construct something like this on such a sharp angle is well beyond my comprehension. That the nest is strong enough to hold the parents as well as babies is even more incredible.

But more than anything? That pile of sticks disguised as a nest reminds me that I still have tons of yard work to do. A similar pile of yard debris has been patiently waiting for me to burn it for about three weeks now.


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Dear Mr. and Mrs. Osprey,

In spite of the fact that I may have just likened your nest to a pile of yard debris, please know that I am genuinely impressed with your construction skills. I apologize for any confusion I may have inadvertently caused. It's just that your nest kinda sorta does resemble my stick pile. I doubt you'd want your children growing up in my yard, though. Too many cats on the ground there. Plus, you don't even build nests on the ground. So there, your nest and my pile of debris are in fact vastly different and should never be confused. Again. Ever. But of course you already knew that.

I'll stop now.

You're welcome.


Love,
CBW
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p.s. The month of May is here already?