Sarah Mills: Beckhams are latest family to have drama go public
Family tensions can spill over, whoever you are. As Sarah Mills explores in her commentary, if you add money, power and ...
For a guy who doesn’t particularly like yard work, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time lately planting grass, fixing sprinklers, fertilizing and watering my new trees.
I know what I’m doing. I spent four summers working for the city’s parks department, where I learned about seeding lawns and pruning branches.
It was a fun, summer job for someone who wanted to lean on a shovel and get a suntan. But I’ve neglected my yard the past few years, until I noticed the out-of-control weeds and suckers.
Plus, in October, a backhoe ripped up my front lawn to repair the water leak that flooded my basement. It needed repair.
I had quite a to-do list. It included buying some plants and a new garden hose.
And manual labour. Raking. Digging. Tightening bolts.
What the heck? I’ve been wearing work gloves again! That changes today. I’m going to wear only one glove and go where I usually go when yard work beckons: I’m going golfing.
