Its Spring when I look around at my neighbors yards and appreciate the newly sprouting lush lawns and lovely landscaping they have then I turn back to my yard and it is littered with leaves and really needs a pruning - or a bulldozer. (I cannot seem to decide which is going to be more efficient).
Accompanying me this week is my soon to be six year old. He's not thrilled about doing yard work.
Absent is my husband. The few times last year he actually went to "mow" the lawn the mower fortuitously broke and he couldn't complete the job. Since a ride on mower is a bit too much of a luxury right now, it made sense to repair one we have.
When I proposed the idea to my son he was all about helping me fix it. After all who doesn't want to take a small engine apart? So we started. Or rather I started taking it apart while he watched, which lasted all of 3 minutes. Then between asking me philosophical questions about Star Wars, and telling me everything he knows about Bees and Spiders he was tearing through the garage rediscovering outdoor toys that have not been used in a while.
The problem was a simple one to fix - and as I was putting the mower back together he wanted to help. So I let him. I've never seen a kid so proud!
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