Picking Up Where We Left Off
It's nice to see green grass again, but the dandelions could go.
I have a rule. I refuse to mow the lawn in April.
“It’s for the bees”, I say. But the real reason is I’m just lazy.
Also, conflicted. I will not shovel snow and mow the lawn in the same month. Something’s gotta give and it’s the lawn care in April.
Come May, I will put away the snow shovel and all the wintery things and bring out all the summery things, but at this point I don’t mow when there’s a chance of snow in Buffalo (hey! that rhymes!)
Needless to say the current state of our lawns - front and back - are in need of some TLC. There has been zero work or effort made to improve this situation because of this no mow rule of mine.
So imagine my surprise and glee when the child came home from school and happily declared: “It’s earth day!”
“I want a garbage bag so I can pick up garbage”, she told me. She didn’t want to come in from school and have a snack or anything of the sort. I needed 2 bags too because in seconds her little friend from across the street wanted to pick up garbage too.
Because I am an observant parent: I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess she learned about earth day at school, because I hate to say this, but we’re not the granola crunchy parents we should probably be and she did not learn this here.
She and her little friend were out there for as long as one can expect: about 10 minutes and they came in with their haul. It was cool and windy so I’m surprised they stayed out that lawn.
The child picked up all the stuff and the friend watched her do all the work, so when she was done she “shared” her garbage with her friend.
Sharing is caring after all.
Happy Erf Day to you and yours!
We Have That at Home
Today’s WHTAH is Colorful Modeling Clay
“Dad, can we play with this?”, she asked after they were done with the Earth Day celebrations. I took my one good eye and glanced at it and even though I was uncertain what it was exactly I said “sure”.
Because I’m the cool parent.
Of course, because there was both brown and yellow colors the two of them decided it would be hilarious if they made bowls of poop1 and pee 2 and tried to serve it to me.
Being the cool Dad I am, I pretended to eat the clay and the squeals of delight from the two of them was worth the cleanup of the clay after the jokes been had and the interest waned.
Get your own little clumps of fun. This stuff is priced at about ten bucks.
brown clay
you got it - yellow clay