This year Adam and I decided to have a church picnic at our farm. What could be easier, right?
Until the mower died ... before we'd mowed a single blade around the house. Some of it was a foot tall.
So Adam weed-eated it all, oh yes he did. And lo, it was wearying!
Two friends loaned us their gas grills (which you can see above against the fence) but neither one worked, so Adam adapted them into charcoal grills instead. But he did spend a lot of time this morning trying to get them to work!
Yesterday afternoon the sky opened and dropped torrential rain on our town for several hours. I left work early (5:45) because my van was about to be flooded in the parking lot! Adam met me there and we went to Aggie's Sub Shop for supper. When we came back to the house, the entire house lot (about an acre) was submerged. The house was an island in a pond of 3 - 4" of water. It was quite depressing. The house sits on about a 3-foot crawl space, so it wasn't damaged.
Later I dropped Adam off at the house, but I kept driving and sat at Vandemere away from the sight. The water was draining away slowly. I think some of the town's roadside ditches and drains are not functioning properly near our house. Other than our house and the farm next door, nobody else in the area had so much water.
After the water drained away our yard was left a gray, muddy mess -- no place for a picnic! I went to the farmers' market this morning, and we both hoped the yard would dry out. But in the end we moved the picnic back to the pasture under the near pecan trees -- shady and pleasant, with a good breeze to keep bugs at bay.
Poor Adam worked himself to death to make this simple event happen, against all odds of broken equipment and horrid weather. But it did happen, and I'm proud of him. And hopefully next year it will be just a bit easier to pull off a simple picnic in the back yard.