It's true. I wouldn't have chosen to do yard work and road maintenance for Mother's Day, but then I'm not a mother. Amy, an actual mother, was all keen to get the yards into proper shape for the late-arriving Spring so that's what we did.
The girls, not quite up to speed on the whole "yard work isn't fun" concept had a great time helping spread bark, pick up pine cones, and do some weeding. (No, we didn't pay them so child labor laws aren't applicable.) Henry was content to hang out in the stroller and occasionally go for a walk.
My job was less in our yard and more on our road. The half mile to the pavement had degraded considerably over the winter to the point you almost had to have four wheel drive to make it to our house. Several other manly men were far more effective in driving the bulldozer and the tractor, but I think I held my own on the roller/masher/thing.
By the time we were done the road was nice and smooth, but a few of the smooth spots were awfully soft thanks to the rain that started half way through the day and continued into the bonfire/party at our neighbors' house. On the upside they have an open-sided garage that more than sheltered us from the rain.
Unfortunately, I think it'll take a couple more Mother's Days worth of work to finish up the yard. Somehow I don't think we'll put it off until next year.
