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So Mike and I planted these adorable baby trees the other day. And I, of course, have fallen in love with mine.
However, I now live in constant fear that I’m going to kill it accidentally.
Which makes me wonder … how the heck are people brave enough to have kids?
Spring is springing here in Boulder.
Sure, the weather’s warming and the robin has returned.
Arguably the best indicator, however, is the recent reappearance of the sprinkler … something I was made aware of just this morning.
No, I didn’t just see it; I rode my little red bicycle right through it’s jet stream.
See, for all of the participants in and graduates from higher education who live here, it seems that the difference between cement, asphalt and grass remains a mystery.
Similarly, for all of those environmental Nazis, er, advocates, you’d think that they’d be concerned enough about wasting water to at least direct the sprinkler’s water flow in the direction of something that’s some hue of green.
Alas.
I love Boulder’s summer months, but the sprinkler conundrum continues to miff me.