1973. Me and my sister on the slip and slide.
This summer, the kids across the street got a similar thing and I heard them out there squealing and laughing one afternoon.
This morning I bought 150 bulbs, half tulip and half daffodil. Take a second to jot down your guess for how long it takes before I whine about buying all these bulbs. When I do that post you can see how close you were.
One of the problems is I need to do some major excavation out front to make space for the bulbs. I don’t mind yanking the old dried up stuff out but the problem is that as soon as there is open dirt, all the cats from miles around shit there. The past couple of years I’ve gotten into the habit of leaving all the dead stuff in until spring.
But also, 150 – yikes. Then I have to wait all winter before I can enjoy the results of my work. Worse case scenario I’ll just dig one big hole and dump them all in.
Cat shit = fertilizer
I had a slip ‘n’ slide as a kid and we put it on the giant, steep hill in the backyard and it was awesome and dangerous. But then my Dad started complaining that we were killing his grass and we never got to use it again. If I ever have kids, I hope I have the wisdom to remember that some ruined grass is a small price to pay for a slip n slide.