... you stop ignoring the flourishing weed life in the front garden and do something about it.
...You haul the ladder out and finally do all those jobs that require a little more altitude than the chair can provide.
...While you are up the ladder fixing the curtain rails, you actually wash the window ledges. (I know, I know)
...You clear the vege gardens of all the winter rubbish.
...You head down to the garden centre, only to discover they are a little more realistic about the Dunedin climate and don't have a heck of a lot in the way of seedlings yet.
...Hubby hauls the lawnmower out!
...You, in a fit of foolish optimism, try on a summer skirt only to discover, oh dear.
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I especially have problems with the last one. I just don't have the legs for skirts.
Phillip tackled the hedge this weekend in an attempt to assuage the grief and anger of our current situation. Cos he's a wuss with heights, it was me who clambered out of my sick bed to walk along the macrocarpa hedge top and snip off those branches which dared to stick up. I then had to have a lie down for two hours.
But, but, we had the doors open ALL day - something which we often did in Auckland but seldom do here in Dunners.
And, typically, I bullied the hubby to put the fire on about 4pm cos I was freezing down the east end of the house while the sun was streaming in on the west side
Ever the optimist Vanda, good on you!
Saw my first lambs today! Yay!
Dave, that was a very disturbing mental image you treated me to!
I didn't realise P was a wuss with the height thing, Tania. That would explain why it was you who had to rescue the cat off the roof.
And yes, Bookman, & PC, I am an unashamed optimist. But when you get days like this, you can't help yourself.
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