Monday, July 26, 2010

Back on the Home Front

the garden

You know how it is when you get home from a long trip? The dirty laundry you brought home with you, the pile of mail waiting for you on the table, the "surprise" when you open the frige - it is a lot of work to come home again.

I could see what my husband did and did not do while I was gone:

He did take care of all my animals and none of them died.

He did not take the trash or the recycling to the curb for collection.

He did wash the dishes that he used (after I was actually home, but he did do it eventually).

He did not eat the leftovers in the frige.

He did bring all the mail in.

He did not do any yard care or mow the grass.

The main problem was the grass - I should have mowed it right before I left, but I didn't, so it had been about 4 days since I did it. I was gone for 2 weeks, so the grass was up to my mid-shins when I got home. I only own a little pushmower - by choice - and it is not good to have shin-height grass and a push mower.

Let's just say that it took me 10 hours last week just to mow the grass and weed whip against all the structures in the yard.


  1. I get terrible anxiety when I am about to walk in my door after a trip. I think it is a pattern that started when we had both dogs and cats, and usually some "I hope this person will work out" unknown pet sitter. Our pets are all gone...our remaining dog sadly died at Christmas from stomach cancer, but every time I come home, I still get that knot in the stomach.

    Congrats on getting the yard back in shape. That sounds like a LOT of work.

  2. I'm glad you had a good trip, and I'm glad you're home safe! Budapest looks amazing!

    I know what you mean about the piles of laundry after a trip. Just finished some muddy/grimy/smokey loads from our latest excursion.

  3. Your garden looks great in the photo above!
    We have a little push mower also and you are right, high grass and a rotary blade mower do not a good combination make. Hope you are leaving that rocky re-entry time...