|Jordan - my possible new help to maintain my yard|
I love yard work.
From the time I was a little kid growing up on 120 Washington Avenue in Downingtown, Pennsylvania I wanted my own yard. I envied my fellow classmates who lived in houses that had their own back yard. We lived in a second floor apartment in a large, cheap ($22 a month) apartment building in the
|120 Washington Avenue, Downingtown, PA - no back or front yard here|
I got my taste for yard work from mowing the lawns of some of my customers on my paper route. I also pulled weeds from my Great Aunt Grace's garden. I've always loved working outside, with the fresh air and my hand in the warm earth. I can still remember the fresh spring time smell of buttercup flowers as I was on my hands and knees pulling dandelions out of my Aunt Grace's backyard garden.
Of course I did have my taste of working in the garden which was my father's corn field. My brothers and I spent many a hot summer day hoeing and weeding eight to twelve rows of corn. But I never considered this yard work. I considered this WORK. Besides, it was for my father and it didn't count. Slave labor.
|My father and brother John at my pop's corn field - see how thrilled John is?|
After we pulled our required rows of weeds, we were treated to ice cream.
Our family didn't get our own house with land until the summer of 1958. I was 16 years old and soon to enter my senior year in high school. I was too caught up in my pubescent adolescent years to have much interest in yard work at that age.
After high school I joined the Army. When I got out of the Army it was back to apartments again for me. Ub 1964 I met Bill (my spouse of 47 years this year) and, of course, moved into his apartment in New Jersey. After a year or so of that apartment me moved into an apartment in Philadelphia, PA. Still no backyard or front yard for me. Finally, in 1979 we bought a small row house in center city Philadelphia and I finally had my own backyard, albeit a very small postage stamp back yard.
|Our Philadelphia "backyard" - not really|
We lived there for eleven years but I never had much satisfaction from that backyard which really wasn't more than a location for potted plants.
It wasn't until we moved to East Brandywine Township outside of Downingtown, PA in 1980 that I finally had my own "backyard"; all 6.875 acres of it! Needless to say, I had plenty of backyard then and had a wonderful, interesting and time consuming time. Remember the old adage "Be careful what you wish for?" Well, I had more than enough yard work. Me, the deer, and the bugs, and everything.
|Our East Brandywine Township backyard - too much - salad for the deer|
Fast forward to today. I have the ideal suburban backyard. Our backyard now is real. It is in the back of the house. I can plant whatever I want to and don't have to worry about deer eating my plants nor neighborhoods kids picking my flowers like I did in Philadelphia.
So what is the problem now? I am too old for all this work!
This morning as Bill and I were driving back into our development back from morning errands, I saw a young man working outside my neighbor's house. Now I've been thinking about this for quite a while.
HOW ABOUT HAVING SOME HELP?
|Bill getting ready to decapitate the Pampas grass yesterday|
Yes! I need help. I admit it. I'm seventy years old now and after spending four hours yesterday cutting back one Pampas Grass plant, I decided I needed help. Preferably the help of a young, muscular, healthy man. Hey, you can't blame me can you?
I called my neighbor and asked her if I could approach her Landscape Guy (one has to be careful about things like this one does). She said "Sure!" I took a walk up and introduced myself. I was greeted with a firm (masculine) handshake. Good first step! The young man (most men are "young men" to me these days) introduced himself to me. I explained my situation. He said he would be glad to come down to my place and check out my "situation" (don't even go there).
So here I await. I have succumbed. I am now the Old Man who needs help maintaining his property. Has it really come to this? Oh yes it has. This is just another milepost on my Journey In Life.