Crippled at Hillbilly Haven

I thought this picture was a good representation of how I'm feeling at the moment.

Old.

Crippled.

A hillbilly.

Please don't get me wrong. I do love hillbillies.

I'm from a long line of fine southern people.

Wouldn't change that heritage for anything.

There's just something about this time of year that makes me feel like

a hillbilly on an episode of 'American Pickers'.

I walk around wondering who brought all of this junk onto my property.

Things just seem dirty and messy during the month of March.

The weather has been fantastic the last few days, and today promises the same.

I've been working in the yard non-stop.

Cleaning out sheds, the back of the garage, etc.

It's madness.

I'm crippled.

It all seems overwhelming at this time of the year.

The work that lay ahead.

Almost seems impossible at times, and I start looking at moving to a condo.

Last May I actually called a few places!

In June I come to my senses and love my home again, until August hits and the garden is weed filled and burnt by the hot August sun.

I'm so glad that you all enjoyed the Vintage Camper post!

Remember my idea to make a Bed & Breakfast out of campers?

This is what I've come up with:

Knowing I'm going to be much too busy with the garden to run

the B & B, I hired this

gal to take care of that for me.

Selma Jenkins.

It's all good.

When you call for reservations, please ask for her by name.