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When the ice came, it tore down a lot of dead wood. I had to get that off the lawn quick. It was a lot of cleanup, but it got done before the grass began to green up. It made the tasks to follow much less urgent. I had time to go around and pull weeds, work in new soil, and get things ready so that I could begin setting in after the last killing frost, which happens tonight. I am one of those old fashioned gardeners who go by the signs. Get that hubby of yours under the hat and in the boot. Time is wasting...

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My husband cuts the grass, period.  I'm the one who weeds and takes care of any flowers or shrubs.  I'm just waiting until I don't have to wear a winter coat.
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I went out there while it was butt chillin' cold. I had to take off my coat once that rake touched dirt and the sweat started flowing... It is now in the 70's during the day here. Tonight, redbud winter ends. Over the weekend, I will work in the fertilizer and bug stops. By next week, the sets, now hardening off in the tray, should be thriving in their new homes in the ground...

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Well, I'm glad somebody is getting some work done.
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I follow the signs, Ma'am. :nod:
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My yard is still a soaking wet mess.
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Oh, lordey, Hon. Mine is a fluorescent green carpet. :sun:

I have mowed and raked thatch four times so far. :relax:

This weekend, I go camping with my team five miles into the backcountry to a place called Campsite #28 located on Lynn Camp Prong Trail in the Tremont area of Great Smoky Mountains National Park. We go to put out fire, pick up trash, and educate the visitors about Leave No Trace, the local wildlife and the flora.

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Went out on my beloved Harmony Trail today and as I was walking I saw a small backpack hanging on a tree.  I was wondering how I could have missed that (the trail isn't a loop so you have to backtrack) and as I got closer I saw cowboy boots hanging out of a hammock of all things.  There was a young man who appeared to be sleeping right along the trail.  Ricardo, this trail takes maybe 40 minutes to walk.  I ended up having a nice conversation with him but was too shy to ask if I could take a photo.  I would have loved to take a photo of just his boots sticking out of the hammock.  Really made my day.  And almost as good, the daffodils are blooming.
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