alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
alpaca princess

And Sake Makes Three

Okay, let me try again - hopefully with more success. My phone has been quirky of late, so I'm posting this from a proper computer.

When we last left our heros, I had posted the following message with a broken image link. "Today, weather permitting, we will plant this tree in our backyard. It's a Crimson Queen Japanese Maple." I then left you all in suspense, itching to know what the tree look like and whether it made it into the earth.

Here is the original photo (with me looking rather goofy)....

We had several yardworky items we were hoping to accomplish on saturday. Shortly after that picture was taken, it started to mist. "That's okay, we can keep working in the mist." Then it started to sprinkle. The mulching was only half-done. "Hmm, this is less nice, but still tolerable."

At one point, we had to admit to another, "The rain is getting more serious. This is no longer pleasant." Cold and wet, we decided to take a break. We got lunch, went to Home Depot, and buy some more supplies. We then swung through DSW for some wellies, because I hate getting my feet wet. I had seen some advertisements online for cheap but colorful whimsical wellies, and thought those would be perfect for yardwork.

When I got there, the first ones I found were much more than I'd been expecting to pay. I headed toward the clearance aisles, and found a pair of black rubber boots. They were practical, on sale, but not the least bit whimsical.

"Do they fit? Then let's buy them," my husband said cheerfully.


He stopped and looked at me. "You don't like them." I shrugged. "Because they're not whimsical enough." I shook my head.

"I feel silly, because they're perfectly useful for what we want, and being whimsical isn't important. And yet... it is! It's essential to keeping life cheery...."

"You didn't like those other ones in the main area?"

"I did, but they're more expensive."

"How much more?"

"I don't remember, only that they were more than I expected to pay."

We brought the black boots over to the main (non-sale) section. I found the cheapest pair of boots in the non-sale area, and they did seem to sport a fair amount of whimsy. They were covered in pink and black paisley. I pulled them on, my bare knees sticking out between the boots and my shorts. "What do you think?"

My husband adroitly deflected the question. "Welll... what do you think?"

"They sure are whimsical. And waterproof. Practical and whimsical."

He nodded. "That they are."

"But they're $10 more, for yard work boots that I can't imagine wearing hardly ever outside of yard work. Maybe I don't need boots anyway. I can keep wearing my ratty old tennis shoes, they worked this morning." He nodded, shrugging. "But will I be miserable and crabby if my feet get wet and dirty?" He nodded solemnly.

"Yes, you will. Do you want me to buy the pink boots for you?"

"No. I just can't decide. Should I buy the practical boots? Should I splurge on paisley boots?"

"Yes, the paisley ones." he said decisively.

So we bought the boots, and headed home. By then the sun had (mostly) come out again, and we could finish our yard work. I tromped about the wet muddy and squishy grass in my boots boots, with my feet warm and dry. We dug, sifted through mud, fertilized, mulched, and planted our cute little tree.

We don't know many Japanese words. We have named her Sake. She's adorable.
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