She thinks my excavator's sexy....

Years ago, I heard a woman joke that a man was never as sexy as when he was up to his elbows in dishwater. Eh, I didn't agree too much at the time, although I did 'get' the message.  I used to love it when my husband vacuumed.  Until he burned up the vacuum with his perfectionism.  He vacuumed the floors, walls, and ceilings for an hour and a half straight.  The poor hot vacuum just shut off from overexertion.  Luckily, once it cooled down, it did begin working again.

Now, I have to say that when I see my husband working around our house, I think....ummmm, oh yeah...sexy.

You see, when we moved into our new house, it was January.  The landscaping didn't get done of course, since this is New Hampshire and January is NOT landscaping time.  So, instead of a lawn and gardens we have had rocks and dirt.  Actually, my dear hubby did some really cool things with the rocks here, for which I am very grateful.  But, the lack of grass has meant a lot of silty, sandy dirt ends up in my house.  I vacuum so much I fear I will overwork the poor machine too.  And much to my patient husband's chagrin, I mention the lack of grass much too often.    This is only the second weekend of the summer where we have had the time to work outside (and hubby was able to get his equipment moved here).

Here is what we are working on:
The bank behind the house (next to the ledge) is pretty tricky space.  *We* did not want to have to mow it, so *we* decided to build raised beds for our vegetable garden and put bark mulch in between them.  *We* finished them this weekend, as they needed to go in before the loam and seed (Hubby explained the sequence of how things have to get done, but all I heard was a noise like Charlie Brown's teacher.)
**Now, you must realize that when I say 'we' it is just a euphemism.  Really, I came up with the ideas and Scott did the work.  I did help him (minimally) with building the raised beds.  And I brought him cold water and encouragement.

The fact is, we are getting older. He's tired and sore.  Excavating is his profession.  Working around the house is like never having a day off.   When I see him doing these things for love of me and our family, I can't help but love him all the more for it.  So, yes, I get excited when I see him bring home an excavator.  And, yup, I think it's sexy.