Fingerprint Friday: Progress

By MAD21

After a long three-year process and issues with the county permitting office for the last two months, we are almost finished with the excavation and regrading of our property. I am so excited. We've been so busy with all the planning and politics, that I had forgotten what it was like to dream about how beautiful it will be when we are done. I am glad to say I've had the opportunity to do just that in the last few days. We still need to get the new fence put in and all the plants and bushes in the ground, but that's just the icing. The hardest part of the project is over.

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Fingerprint Friday: Hard Work

By MAD21

My husband and I spent nine hours working in our yard last Saturday. We had intended on only spending a few hours and then going on to do other things. But just like a bowl of pasta, it was never ending. Once we got started, it just kept going and going... and going and going. Two hours turned into three, five turned into nine... then we realized it was starting to get dark and our kids needed dinner and baths. So we had to stop.

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A Little Hard Work Is Good For Ya

By Sarah (Living Between the Lines)

If there was one thing that my Granddaddy really believed in, it was hard work.  If you don’t believe me, just ask my Dad.  My Dad spent his entire honeymoon (in mid-August 1972) helping his new father-in-law dig the footings for the little one-bedroom/one-bathroom house that my Grandparents lived in down at the coast.

When we seven grandkids came along, Granddaddy tried his hardest to pass that work ethic down to us.  Each trip to Grandmama and Granddaddy’s included some kind of project—cutting grass, raking leaves, planting flowers, painting my great-grandmother’s house, installing outdoor lights between the garage and the house….

We kids learned quickly to never make the mistake of saying that we were bored.  Granddaddy had a large pile of bricks that we used to climb and play on.  One day when one of us remarked that we were bored, Granddaddy made us move the entire pile of bricks to the opposite side of the yard, two bricks at a time.  When we’d gotten the entire pile moved, he looked at it and said, “No, I think I liked it better where it was.  Move it back.”  So huffing and puffing, we carried them all back, two at a time.

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