Diggin' in the Dirt

[auntbijou]

It's been a good day.  Got to do a lot of weeding and clean up in the front yard.  Still need to clear out the dead parts of the canna lilies (which I hate, by the way, but the Husbandly One likes them, so I guess they're staying) but I'm not convinced we're done with freezes yet.  Next weekend, I imagine we'll tackle the wilderness of the backyard, and get the garden ready for spring planting.  That is, if I can convince the kids to stop relocating my tools.  

Opened the house up to air out all the fustiness, and though it was on the chilly side of warm, it was still nice.  

The thing I like most about gardening is that it's an excellent excuse to get my hands dirty.  Without anyone saying diddly-squat to me about it.  I'm one of those gardeners who spend a lot of time on their knees, yanking out weeds and digging out stones.  Must remember to buy a new wheel-barrow, that'll save on dragging those weeds to the compost pile.  It was both fun and frustrating to try to teach the Impossible Son what is a weed, and what isn't.  

The Husbandly One decided to grill burgers, but felt he needed to be bribed in order to do what he already wanted to do anyway.  (Y'all confused yet?)  So he said, "What would you do to convince me to grill burgers?"

I paused to think.  "Well, you already have all my love and devotion."

"True." 

"Um, well, you know, any sort of favors I could promise, you would get anyway, so that's a waste of breath, too."

He grinned.  "Yep.  So... what do you got?"

"Um..." I pondered... what would he like that he doesn't have, that he would only be able to get like this?  "Um... how about a really cool piece of art?  A water color maybe?  To hang in your new office?"

He thought about it then grinned.  "Perfect.  I'll take it!"  And he went off to fire up the barbecue.

This ought to be interesting.  Guess I'll be going to the kids' soccer practices to take some pictures to use as models for the illustration I have in mind.  Because it has to be of our kids, of course.  *rolls eyes*  I even offered to try illustrating one of his favorite books, but... nope, he wants the Impossible Son and the Impertinent Daughter on his wall.  Beyond that requirement, it's up to me.

Maybe I still have time to rethink the sexual favor part.