Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

just call me the yard princess

If you haven’t noticed, I have decided to continue writing my daily blog every day.  I enjoy it too much to stop, or to skip days.  I just had to accept the fact that some blogs will just be shorter than others.  It all depends on the day I guess.

That way I still have time to devote to my book, my job, my children, my husband, and my array of crazy animals.  Oh…and the yard.  Let’s not forget about working in the yard.

Speaking of the yard…this weekend has kicked my ass.

We did more yard work today.  And if I’m not mistaken, yard work actually burns a lot of calories.  So technically, I worked out all weekend.  I can officially go back to sitting behind a desk on Monday.  If I can even get out of bed in the morning. 

Without as much as a single zombie in sight, I wielded an ax. I never actually cut through anything, but I made several passes at a fallen tree.  It looked like someone had taken a bite out of it…like a sandwich.  It is much harder to cut through trees than it looks on Little House on the Prairie.  In fact, I told my husband today that I feel certain I would not have survived life on the prairie.  Not if I had to use an ax on a regular basis. 

Once I had thoroughly worn myself out with the ax, I was reassigned to raking.  And raking is not as easy as it looks on HGTV.  Even leaves are much heavier in a large group than when they effortlessly wafted down from the treetops one at a time, and I wasn’t raking leaves.  My assignment was to rake rocks and sticks and assorted debris left over from my husband’s firepit project.  I was much more interested in arranging the outdoor furniture around the firepit in a pleasingly balanced way. 

I got fired from the raking when Mike needed the rake back.  He was adding the tomato plants to the raised planting beds in the back.  So I was tasked to shovel dirt.   

Mostly I watched dirt being shoveled.  The dogs actually dug deeper holes in the yard than I did today, but I had a shovel in my hand, and I have sore muscles from the work I did with it.  Dirt is also very heavy after the first few shovels full. 

I don’t want to say I’m a wimp when it comes to yard work, and as it turns out, I don’t have to.  My husband says it for me.  I told him to look at my genealogy again.  I come from nobility…we don’t play in the dirt.

He wasn’t buying it.  He handed me the rake again and asked me to spread out the topsoil in his planting beds.   

Now I have dirt under my fingernails, dirt in my hair, and dirt between my toes. 

It’s time to hit the showers. 

And then time to work on the book.  I’ve set a goal for myself to finish it by the end of May.  I’m going to have to spend a lot of time writing to make that deadline. 

Until the next time…I’ll be coating my muscles in Icy Hot!

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