Thursday evening on our trip to Maine Shaun called us from our house and informed us that there were 3 deer in our backyard. Little did I know that this was foreshadowing of the deere that would come into the backyard and stay. The species of deere I am referring to is green and yellow and causes grown men to act like boys. It came into our lives on Saturday, the day progress on our home renovation was stymied.
The boys ventured out early Saturday morning with a plan to finish the upstairs bathroom, the first room in the house. I had picked out the tile, faucets, toilets, tub, and vanity the day before, they had everything in hand to get the job finished. With dreams of locking myself in the only room in the house that would be finished, I turned the corner of our street Saturday afternoon to check on the progress. As I approached the house I could almost hear the Tim Allen gorilla grunting over the sound of that insidious beast. The Deere.
Two acres of lawn was coiffed like a hippie who joined the military. The long field grass in our back had undergone the shears of The Deere.
By Saturday night the lawn had underwent further trimming by something that came out of a purple box labeled “The Wild Thing”. My brother wielded “The Wild Thing” and a weed whacker with the skill of a seasoned barber running his favorite clippers along the faces of his Saturday morning regulars. My bathroom hadn’t been touched.
By Sunday, the children had enjoyed Deere rides and additional accessories for The Deere had been purchased, along with the entire season’s supply of lawn care products (thank you Shaun). The only thing missing is the tent that we’ll be living in on June 1st – situated in the backyard of our unfinished home.