Rocks And Weeds Growin' Up Like A Tree

So with our last house, we had what we thought was way too small of a backyard. When we were looking for a place to build, we knew we wanted a big yard. But we are finding out now that we really didn't have any idea what that would mean, a big yard. Silly, silly us. Well, we have us a big ole honkin' yard now. And we are fully aware of what that means. We now have a sprinkler system and a combination of grass and somewhat manageable weeds in 1/2 of the yard (which if you read my Monday Morning Musings this week you know takes 3 hours of non-stop mowing and a couple tanks of gas to keep it in check) and we are trying to finish the sprinklers and plant grass on the other half. We were working on a section this morning. Steve and Zac were installing the sprinkler heads and the girls and I were on rock removal. I can't even begin to tell you how many rocks we have displaced since this whole thing began. We are always and forever picking up rocks. ALWAYS. and. FOREVER.

Well, there were two girls who were very unhappy about having to work in the rock business this morning. So whenever anyone is unhappy I just do what comes naturally, which is sing. Only somehow my singing doesn't help ease the unhappiness. It only adds to it. I was makin' up all kinds of good lyrics to songs we knew. And for some reason when I make up words...oh, if you think my kids are annoyed by my singin' a plain old regular song...well, stand back when I start to improvise. They REALLY hate that. I was trying to find a song they would sing with me so I started singing the popcorn song. They wouldn't sing along, so I made up my own lyrics:

I looked out the window and what did I see?
Rocks and weeds growin' up like a tree
Spring has brought me such a nice surprise
Weeds were growin' right before my eyes
I can take a shovel full and make a pile
Of rocks and weeds that would go for a mile
It was unfortunately so, and it seemed to be
Rocks and weeds growin' up like a tree.

I thought I did a mighty find job pullin' those lyrics right outta my head like that, but...sigh...my kids just have no appreciation for the endless talent I posess. They put down their shovels every time I started singing my song. They wouldn't pick them up again until I stopped.

Oh well, the next section of sprinklers is in. We only have a few more piles of rocks to eliminate from that section before we can put in the grass seed. One of these day...one of these days...