Because I’m a Patron of the Arts…
During spring break the kids and I spent some time in the great outdoors soaking up the beautiful sunshine, accumulating vitamin D, and plucking, digging, and chucking giant weeds. But how does this make me a patron of the arts? Pay close attention, this explanation is even more convoluted than usual.
While making the rounds at the local music shop, my daughter saw and fell in love with a ukulele. She decided that she had to have it. But how was she going to pay for it?
She thought, and thought, and then she thought some more. Not having enough allowance saved up, she asked if there were any jobs that she could do to earn the rest of the money. My eager mind went to work. I couldn’t think of anything.
When we got home from the music store I noticed the fabulous weeds dotting our landscape and it came to me – $0.50 per weed. And so we spent a few hours a day over spring break plucking weeds. The weather was glorious – sunny and breezy with not a cloud in the sky. All that fresh air made me happy – yes I worked with her, there were plenty of weeds to go around. On one day my other two children came out and helped us clear our flower beds of the dead shrubs that had succumb to the winter frost. We were on a mission.
Here was the landscape before. Notice the dead shrubs and half of a stop sign .
Here it is now – sans the dead shrubbery and half a stop sign. (We didn’t weed out the stop sign – it’s still there.) The beds need further clearing and must be replanted but… one step at a time.
Before there were lots of weeds… and weird shadows.
Now the yard is weed and shadow free. I think that fat shadow was stalking me.
We enjoyed quality family time, lessons on life and money, and wholesome outdoor activity… but how does this make me a patron of the arts? There’s a new ukulele player in town.
By the way, in the process of clearing the yard I got some cool sticks to put in my giant vase.
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