Yesterday I tackled the front yard.  We have a patch of desert landscaping tucked under two large mesquite trees just to the right of our driveway.  I have not done much in the way of trimming this section since we moved in a year and a half ago.  And it was seriously starting to show.

I hacked away at thorny tentacles taking care not to step backward into the patiently waiting prickly pear cactus.  I wrapped lengths of dead grass around my hand and pulled it up, stuffing it into bags to haul to the alley. 

My arms were itchy and my nose and eyes watery, but when I was finished it looked pretty good.

It was while I was about half way into my yardwork, Carter came out.  He watched for a couple minutes and then asked if he could give my shears a try.  I handed them over with some trepidation but he was careful and calculating with his clipping. 

Seeming to lose interest, he gave the shears back and wandered into the house.  In a minute he was back.

carter:  Momma, where do you keep your vases?

I told him and off he went.

When I came in the house, my yardwork done, I found a lovely centerpiece on our kitchen table. 

Thank you Carter.