Recap of the party: there was a moon bounce. Need I say more? Mommy loves her a moon bounce. The food was not so bad and I forgot to put out the spoons but WOOHOO to all you people who either ate the chili or butternut squash soup with your hands or who went rummaging in my drawers. It’s been a while since I’ve had a party so I was slightly off my game. But who can argue with a party that ends with balancing 15 pound pumpkins on your head or screen printing t-shirts in the basement. Now THAT is a good time.
Which led us to yesterday. We are the only people I know that someone thinks it’s a good idea to cut down all the branches on all the trees in our own personal forest and then leave them on the only part of our property that is lawn.
We are also surrounded by people who moved to the forest to then care meticulously for the forest. All 9,000 trees on every piece of property are products of loving care. Every leaf–picked up and recycled in a quiet ceremony.
Hello, People. Why in the HELL would you move to a treed lot if your purpose wasn’t to never do one bit of yard work again? Apparently we didn’t get that memo when we moved. And then we decided to compound it by having a family member who loves to trim but hates to police up the branches. OK, there are two of us in this family but one of us was smart enough to realize that those branches aren’t picking themselves up so I say, “let ‘em all grow whichever way works for them.” I say, “let the trees be trees.”
So after The Great Deforestation of 2007, our guests were able to appreciate that our property has more sunlight AND we could have about 30 bonfires with all the piles littering the lawn.
I found out that one of our neighbors that we love had expressed a little concern with the condition of our yard.
So few people like us. Why do we have to torture them too? I dragged the fam into the yard yesterday after our last guests left and we spent 5 hours picking up branches and having them magically disappear in a manner which I’m sure meets county code regulations. Actually I spent 5 hours loading up the tractor and bringing piles to my husband while he occasionally complained that I wasn’t bringing the piles close enough to him and he was having to do more work by walking an extra 2 feet to get the branches.
My husband, however, is the king of multi-tasking. He completed this feat while balancing a glass of beer in his hand.
Now how is that for talent?