Can't build a nest egg, in fact this nest is rented, in fact that rent is late

spring has officially sprung, which means one thing to me: yard work

I don't care if that makes me seem old or boring or whatever.
We built a house, it is my caveman instincts kicking in telling me to tend to the cave.
Hunt, Gather, Improve, Garden.

I start looking outside and seeing a beautiful day as a few daylight hours to get out and turn another section of dirt to plant, dig a new pathway and considering where I want to put patio blocks down. I get distracted and wander out into my screen porch and find myself checking to see if I need to water the grass (and I'm sure my wife wonders where the guy she married went and who that old guy in the sweater in the screen porch checking his lawn is) and looking forward to really sprucing the place up.

now to see about keeping those damn neighborhood kids off the new grass...