A Windy Knoll Report

The Home Place

And so the old folks just keep on keeping on.  Spring is here and there is at least one million chores that need to be done.  Duh!  Most will be left undone.  John is as tight as the bark on a hickory tree with his money and it’s forbidden that we get a yard man.  Now and then I rebel and get a person to pull weeds in some flower beds.  It’s heart breaking to see the plants we’ve nurtured and loved so much neglected, but such is old age I’m learning.

I’ve kept you informed about the tomato plants and now they’ve graduated from the sun porch to the outside; however, I see next we’ll have some super cold nights and they may have to come back in.  Finally, they look like tomatoes and are growing.  I’m about to decide it would have been better to pay the high price for some plants than it is to tote these out and in.  Oh well!

And another thing — I can’t remember a time in our 69 years of married life that all our equipment has been in working order at once.  For ever and eternally something is broken and has to be repaired.  This week took the cake —  the tiller went belly up.  We’ve only had it for 40 or so years and I can’t understand why it would quilt.  I’d like for us to get our money’s worth out of it. LOL  Anyway it was going to cost mega-bucks to put a new engine on it and there is no use in an 89 year old man investing in a tiller.  We had a streak of good luck — our daughter and hers cannot make a vegetable garden because of deer and they had a really good tiller just setting in the out building.  Okay, John had a blade of some kind that Brad needed for his tractor, so Brad brought the tiller and took the blade!  The weed eater and lawn mower are relatively new so maybe they won’t break down.  I’ll grant you the handle in the shovel or something will break and have to be replaced.  Have you priced shovel handles lately?  We just had to have a new shovel handle and the price was ridiculous.  This is just how it is with country living.