Wednesday, July 10, 2013
I call it ... Cupcake.
It's not easy to garden, farm, put up fences, or just walk two feet without tripping around here. Rocks, rocks and more rocks. It's no wonder there are two gravel pits down the road. The Lithuanian Lawn Guy finally had had it with a couple of bigger ones that come up and bite his mower blades every week. Of course, I (helpfully) suggested he not scalp the lawn and raise the blade an inch or so. A baleful look was pointed in my direction. And, heck. What do I care, really? At least I don't have to mow it!
Instead, I (again, helpfully) directed the placement of two rocks to form ... a cupcake. I am sure that most of my neighbors and town residents (not to mention the Lithuanian Lawn Guy) get one of 'those' looks, when discussing me. Just wait until I become that wacky old lady at the end of the road with goats in her kitchen and cats in her (dresser) drawers. Just wait.
(Take a deep breath, Sylvie. I was just kidding. I think.)