2016-10-07

The Trials and Tribulations of Yard Work

I have taken the opportunity to pursue some long overdue yard work here at the homestead. Those duties have been shirked for far too long resulting in the various weed overgrowths ... with those weeds even predominating my lawn in several areas.

So I sat upon the tractor the other day and rode it around my acre for several hours cutting the weeds short and mulching up all the leaves on the ground. I have found the homogenous appearance of mulched leaves and the even low cut weeds to be far more esthetically pleasing than that wild and wooly appearance had but a scant two days back.

Yard Work
Yesterday I took a plastic trash can and collected as many of the sticks from the yard as I could. It seems that these fall from the trees during episodic winds and some of them are quite large indeed. Most all are easily broken and hauled to the street to await yard debris pickup by the city which happens every week or so.

I have noticed that even in the presence of good breezes I tend to be congested after these yard pursuits and despite my best efforts I always seem to end up not wearing the little respirator masks mama likes me to wear.

With the approaching bad weather I'm going to try and work on the farthest corner and pick up the beer cans and various wrappers then trim the limbs high enough to ride the tractor over that part as well ... even though I will go beyond the limits of my property it really could use some work.

It seems that the locals prefer to throw trash out their automobile windows as they go by more than anything. I keep wondering why we tolerate these people who exhibit such a distinct lack of raising.

I once saw the occupants of a truck toss McDonald's cups, bags, and wrappers out their window right in front of my house with me standing there — while they live three doors down. I started to go over there and have at them seeing how law enforcement doesn't really give a rip otherwise ... but I relented.

Ah the origins of vigilantism must have arisen from littering thy neighbor's domicile. It sure has stirred the baby harp seal bludgeoning redneck in me.