I have a serious lack of energy this time of year which coincides with the time of year that most yard work needs to be done. This morning, forlorn at rampant weed growth, slug reproduction and fix-up chores facing me, I did the only things that I had the energy to do: make lists and take pictures.
The lists made it obvious that my tasks require (oh egads, I forgot about the moss on my roof!) buying supplies. Yeah, a trip to the home and garden store! The best part of yard work.
I love those cavernous warehouses that replaced the nasty little hardware stores because, and women reading this will understand, those little places used to treat women very badly. Including, hard to believe, but true, actually refusing to sell things to us.
This was also true of auto supply stores where once a salesman actually got between me and a 'star-headed' screwdriver that he claimed didn't exist. “You mean Phillips screwdriver,” he insisted as I reached behind him and grabbed a screwdriver labeled 'star head.' Auto supply stores are still in business, but it is just a matter of time as the backyard mechanic becomes obsolete.
Many similar stories can be told about little old hardware stores, but reviewing their history makes me angry. I know that some people don't like mega-stores because of the way their employees are treated, but note screwdriver story and know how much I care about those employees.
Oh, I guess grumpiness is another symptom of spring fever.
Another symptom of spring fever is muscles that ache where I didn't even realize I had muscles. Last week I planted a couple dozen pansies, which reminds me that I should write a blog about slug traps. Even today, my body is giving me warning twitches that I had better think twice before I start something.
Except for going to the home and garden store. My muscles are always in shape for that.
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