Friday, March 24, 2017

Just an Idaho Farm Girl

Saturday I went to Lowe's to get some peat moss and play sand.  My goal was to make a spot out back where the boys can play for hours.

There is already a swing set out there and I've ordered a playhouse that should be here in a week or so. Both boys are currently into everything dinosaurs, so I recycled an old wooden bed frame into a dinosaur pit. It is a good size for two budding paleontologists.

My remembrance was that peat moss is pretty lightweight, like straw. Wrong! I expected to throw a few of them on the cart and proceed to checkout but couldn't even slide one bag across another, let alone drag them onto the cart. Luckily, an on-the-ball employee noticed and asked if I needed help. I told her, yes please.

She loaded up four bags of peat moss and three bags of sand like they were bags of cookies. The sand sacks had holes in them so she grabbed some plastic bags, threw in the bags of sand, and tied the tops. Then she cheerfully grabbed the cart and took it to the checkout. She didn't leave me there, either.  She took it to my car, filled up the trunk and ran back in the store for a big bag to cover my seat so it didn't get dirty and did it all with a smile.

I said, "Your mother taught you well."  Her reply was, "I'm from Idaho and was raised on a farm, so it's easy."

That made me nostalgic, a little happy and a little sad.  It is what it is.

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