It’s the middle of October and Missouri is just now getting the memo. It’s been very warm and sunny up until now, and quite frankly, for far too long, and I’m a summer person saying that. I love warm weather! My husband has now realized that I will always win the war of wills when it comes to not turning on the AC first in the summer because of two reasons: 1.) I just don’t notice the heat as much as the cold. 2.) He doesn’t seem to notice that I don’t work outside much, so my body temperature is not making extreme shifts in the blazing sun while trying to get cows to go somewhere they don’t seem too interested in going, which in turn also raises his blood pressure. I’m just doddling around the house folding laundry in the basement where it’s a constant temperature. Did I notice the candles upstairs were melting on their own? Clearly not based on the pile of laundry and toys sitting at the foot of the stairs that need to go up. It’s a cool 82 degrees down here. Now it’s October, the first cool day where I’m slightly falling into hibernation mode, and let’s be real, when is mowing season going to end for the love of God? He did not intend for us to waste our days prepping Halloween decorations (they’re pretty good by the way) AND to have to continue mowing around them. This needs to stop! I have been mowing in patches for a month. I now see the importance of a landscaper. When you seed your yard with whatever’s left over, you get a mix of clover and fescue which grow at alarmingly different rates. In this warm drought, the fescue has maintained its strength and is growing out of control compared to the short and almost crackling clover. My yard has mange! Just today, it has cooled down and may even rain by the end of the day. I still have one large patch that I have yet to mow and it looks a mess. I would just take it in as the final step of mowing before fall, but no, no, Missouri is not done with us. By the end of the week there will be one sunny day of 80 degrees, so I’m going to have to start all over again. There is no point to this story, other than I’m tired of mowing, and if you’ve read the book or some old blogs, you know that I can’t complain about this to my husband. He’ll just let the cows and sheep in the yard and I’ll have much more dangerous things to dodge in the yard besides tall fescue. Thank you for being my therapist today. Now let’s keep it between us, alright. :) Get the book Desperate Farmwives!
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AuthorThis is my therapeutic release for all the things that annoy me about living on a farm. If I can make it humorous, I can survive it. |