As mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve been doing a lot of
yard work lately. It really kicked into full gear when my parents visited us
for July 4th: Mom helped landscape the front yard, and Dad built two
stone steps out back to bridge an awkward gap between a concrete patio and some
existing steps built into a stone retaining wall. From there, I planted a bed
between the patio and the rock wall, and that was just the beginning …
I’d take daily trips to The Home Depot for shrubs and bags
of potting soil. Rose bushes and landscaping fabric. Trees and urns. And they
all went into my Mustang.
People would laugh at me for squeezing a 3-foot plant and
five bags of mulch in my red sports car, and I’d smirk. The ’99 Mustang is a
nice car, but after 140,000+ miles and a few repairs, it’s not exactly in
showroom condition. The dirt in the backseat left behind from a flat of annuals
just adds to the charm.
I’m simply satisfied the ‘Stang does the job; I feel loyal
to the car, the way people do about their trucks. That car has been from Maine to Texas
with me, and will still haul my dirt. In my Mustang SUV, I get both speeding
tickets and shrubbery. What’s not to love?