During Spring Break it became apparent that it was time to pull the African Daisies. I love the AD and we get lots of comments from people in the neighborhood about how beautiful they are and how much they are enjoyed. Pulling is not fun and I do not enjoy that activity. What I do is divide the yard up: east of the driveway, south of the little river, west of the sidewalk, etc. and this way it is not so overwhelming. On Tuesday I pulled east of the driveway and got it all bagged and planned to have the entire job done by Saturday. Wednesday I was working on the next section and Dave stopped by on his way to work to ask if I was having fun. I told him I was having a tremendous amount of fun and he said I should call his girls to help because they were bored. I smiled and nodded and he went off to work. I kept pulling and pretty soon his daughter, Amanda, showed up with her gloves to pull daisies. I had gone into the house to beg Cam and Michelle to help and Cam was helping in her pajamas. We were pulling and talking and Alan and Deacon came out to put the pulled daisies in the garbage can, Michelle was taking pictures, Molly was all over the place. Pretty soon Denat (Amanda's friend) pulled up in her little truck and started to pull right along with everyone else=) Wow, I was in daisy pulling heaven. I stopped my pullers after a bit and told them my goal for the day had been reached and I appreciated their help and that if they had other things to do I understood. They all said, "We want to finish!!!" Well, that was music to my ears and by 10 am the daisies were all pulled, bagged, and in the pile for bulk pick-up. In fact I could hardly keep up with them. Service is a beautiful thing and I like to be on the giving end, the receiving end was a great place to be and I appreciate everyone who helped me. Whoever said, "Many hands make light work." knew what they were talking about. Thanks for the help.
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really, you just had to put me in my jammies on here didn't you!
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