Summer arrived here for a minute or two this weekend.
And when summer arrives, I can’t be trusted.
I drink more alcohol because it tastes better on the deck.
I eat grilled brats for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I blow off chores and work to get on the back of a horse.
And, I, uh, well…
I do shit like this…
Because I lose my mind out here when the weather thaws the ground. There are so many fun things to do and not enough time to do them, so I tool around the place looking for projects that inevitably turn into predicaments…
predicaments like these…(Cue Prince Charming…)
No worries though. Despite my idea that I should drive, followed by my insistence that I was trying to avoid the mud, and the thought that maybe, after a few minutes of rocking back and forth and flinging mud into the atmosphere, my mouth, face, hair and everything in between, we should, you know, go get the pickup and a rope, Husband and I saved the machine from its muddy, messy grave…by man power (and woman thumb on the throttle) alone.
Here’s hoping that you had a similarly successful, summery weekend of your own.
Coming Home: Muddy March a sign of bright days ahead
by Jessie Veeder