Friday, March 21, 2008

Spring is springing.. or something.

Today is a company holiday at old company ABC. I always forget this holiday until the week just before it arrives and then I get all giddy at the thought of a three day weekend. Company ABC calls it "Spring Holiday" which I love, because even in the South where winters are far milder than what I grew up in, I love me some spring.

You might remember that I had a ton of landscaping done to my backyard late last year, clearing of trunks and bushes and old, weird structures (trellises? trelli?) and I'm just starting to get a look at what my yard is going to look like without all that junk.

People, it is awesome.

The last few days I've been eating dinner on my new deck while throwing the ball for my big dog. (We aren't very formal at Casa Cravey). I'm spending today blowing the last of the leaves out of the corners of my back yards, picking up rocks and roots and other things left from all the clearing last fall and yes, cutting the grass in the front yard, with my brand new lawnmower.

My joy at this kind of work is a little odd but it's genuine. My little corner of suburbia may not be much, but it is my little corner, and I'm happy to be in it.

I realize for as much time that has gone by I should be posting much more prolificly and profoundly but I'm not. For today, my spring holiday, this is all I've got.

Happy Spring to all of you.

5 comments:

tiff said...

Right back atcha, sistah! I'm taking a day off from work while AT work today. This is not a good thing.

Enjoy the glorious day offffff!!

Her Roo-ness said...

i got something for you 'long these lines.
thought of it today on my puppy walk.

kenju said...

It is glorious, isn't it!!! Happy Easter weekend to you and the dog!

Tracy Lynn said...

Sweet, dude. :-)

db grin said...

Trelli! heh. There's no accounting for the yard shit people install. Here, there were saplings planted in what looked to be a completely random pattern, plus a couple clothes lines and a bright pink playhouse. Most of 'em succumbed to mower blight (except the play house, which was moved to the front yard and promptly stolen).