Yesterday was the first really pretty day for a couple of weeks around here and since its also spring break I decided to put the kids to work. Now before all the booing and hissing starts...they asked for it. No really! They ASKED for it!! They've been trying to find ways to earn money and I had JUST the job for them! I am currently fighting the flu and my flower beds have been sorely neglected through the winter!! If I even wanted to THINK about planting flowers this spring they had to be cleaned out. So I gave them instructions and off they went. They did a pretty good job!! They worked on the area around the front of the house and the center garden of our "circle drive" for lack of a better term. On Saturday, Emily has a friend coming over to earn some money too and they will be cleaning out the flower beds and picking up dog poop in the back yard! Its such a glamorous job but someone has to do it! Her friend is trying to earn money to put towards her horse feed and Emily is trying to replenish her bank account after buying a new cell phone.
See all that lovely green in front of the bushes? Its outta here!
THAT'S where my pink John Deere tractor gloves went! Because I use them so often.....
Recruiting the neighbor girls to help them. They wanted to SWIM on March 17. "Its March 17th", I told them. But they insisted anyway. So the neighbors helped them finish and off they went to 'swim'. I am so glad I was outside still when I heard them jump into that frigid pool. I got a good laugh out of that! I think they jumped right out and lay in the sun the rest of the time!
I don't know why I love this picture but I do! Running after a ball or something....
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Nothing like having sets of hands looking for a way to earn some ice cream money...
Glad they were able to get some weeding done for you!
I love that last picture too ~ somehow it captures the joy of childhood!
Works for everyone - they get some wanted money and you get some needed help ... do they travel??? LOL
yes we did . . .
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