We road-tripped to my parents to deliver the freezer beef they ordered from us. The kids were wired and tired, excited to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house, tired from a long day at school and irritable as they are jammed into the back seat like peas on a pod.
(Our Buick LeSabre that seemed as roomy as a luxury yacht is now quite packed as the kids just keep growing bigger and taller.)
To reduce the mayhem, we started playing a counting game. First they planned to count horses and cows and "bury" them as we passed cemeteries. Then they decided to count cars and trucks and scrap them as we passed junk yards. They got into a disagreement about junkyards or cemeteries.
We settled on counting "strange lawn things" which we defined as any lawn ornament that made you go "Huh?" when you saw it. For instance, a vintage bull-dozer in a front yard, or an iron bedstead in the middle of a flower garden. Or a lard kettle. Or wagon wheels. Milk cans. All sorts of things.
The bull-dozer was our top prize.
Next was a cross section of a huge log, painted to look like a giant watermelon slice.
Next had to be a lawn "glow ball" (I think the garden catalog calls it a 'gazing globe') that looked homemade. As a matter of fact, it looked like a bowling ball coated with plaster embedded with glass pieces. Sort of a stained glass, mosaic effect.
I'm sure we'll notice more as the weather improves and people start working in their yards.
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At least you could see the lawns! There's still quite a bit of snow on the ground, but I can see to get out my driveway now, and the middle of the lawn is soggy and green...and muddy brown. Waiting for fresh cover tomorrow. We used to check out license plates, too - find the out of staters. I love the bury your cows game. (Sorry - I didn't treat them very nicely in my book, either!) My favorite lawn ornament so far was the stone dragon undulating through the grass. I wrote down the place where I saw it, and hope to get one for our retirement house. Freak out the Amish neighbors.
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