In case you were wondering, Tripp and I have a very exciting home life. We stay so incredibly busy with wonderfully productive activities that we rarely have time to feel like empty-nesters. Take this past Saturday for instance. What could have been a sad, lonely weekend away from our delightful daughter was, in fact, quite enjoyable – Tripp had time to catch up on all his honey do’s!
The number one priority was to take out all the dead arborvitae behind the pool. Thankfully it was a beautiful morning and by the time I got home from exercise bootcamp, Tripp had all but a couple already out. I love it when things work out like that.
Taking out dead bushes is quite a bit of work. First my dear husband had to dig a ring all the way around each tree.
Then came the hard part of trying to pry out the root ball.
I was an invaluable help.
Well, somebody had to keep bub company.
Meanwhile, back by the pool, Tripp went to work on the other side of the tree. I went back inside in for another cup of coffee.
I was there for moral support though! “Give it hell Babe!”
Nicely done Dear!
Then came the really hard part of loading them all up in the wheel-barrow. Good thing my husband is so strong! Otherwise I would’ve had to help.
I’m not sure, but I think Tripp might have been trying to drop a hint. Every time he’d walk by with a cart full of dead trees to load into the truck Tripp would sing-
You load Sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter don’t you call me cause I can’t go…
I owe my soul to the company store.
Sixteen tons might be a bit of an exaggeration Dear.
Tripp asked me if I wanted to rake, but I was far too busy photo-documenting his efforts. Daisy Duke kept him company instead.
I’m glad he got all his honey-do’s done. All that coffee drinking and picture taking was about to wear me out!
And you know what? I can’t imagine a more perfect way to spend a gorgeous Saturday morning.
Peace, Kelly
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