Jeff got four loads of compost yesterday for our yard. The little neighbor boy across the street calls it "poo dirt". I call it black gold. I love compost. All of a sudden our yard looks finished again. I've worked really hard the last few weeks getting it cleaned up and trimmed, and transplanting things, and putting in pansies (yay --I found pansies in the spring! I never find them in the spring, and I usually don't have the time or money to buy them in the fall like I SHOULD, so I feel really lucky to have them, even though they are not blooming yet), but the yard still looked blah until we put it's black blanket on yesterday. I was thinking I was going to take pictures of it today to show you, until we walked outside after church at noon, and:
OK, I live in Utah, and I'm OK with winter, really. Don't love it, but I'm reconciled to it. The problem is when I've gotten all spoiled with a day of spring weather, and then winter comes BACK like pms . I can't handle it so well then.
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