My crocuses told me that Spring is finally here! I am not always sure about Punxsutawney Phil, but I always listen to my crocuses!

 Necessity Is The Mother:

So… I head out into the garden; the warm(er) weather refreshing and much anticipated! I get on my knees and start weeding one section; the ground is still wet from our latest, and hopefully last, snow. My Harlow alarm goes off! I have to pick her up at school in half an hour! My knees are covered with dirt so… to change or not to change? I change my jeans quickly and pick her up.

 Of Invention:

Back to the garden. Okay… to change or not to change… again! NO!! I need a garden knee pad. I don’t have one and the only thing waterproof and the least bit useful is a cat food bag that I just emptied. That could work, except that it is thin and maybe just a little padding would make it more comfortable. Oh! The thought process! 

What about one of the 5000 reusable shopping bags I own? Because, you know, if I forget them when I shop I have to buy more; I can’t be responsible for another plastic bag that takes like 3 million years to decompose. I’m sort of kidding there. Maybe. OR… maybe I really AM a bag lady/lady who loves bags.

Fill it with whatever; newspaper, bubble wrap, junk mail, sale flyers, other empty cat food bags. Fold it in half lengthwise. I used my fanciest duct tape; garden theme of course.(Seriously?! It was all I had on hand) Because I made two, the first with the large bubble wrap (was a little too puffy), I used one of the straps from it for the second. I also closed one end so I could perhaps carry or store gardening tools in it. 

There it is, the child!

I had another ‘child’ to share but this went a little long with the pictures so I will just have to publish another. It will be in the same category, Necessity Is The Mother Of Invention, where you will find more like this as I post. If you would like to subscribe to my blog,  Letters to Harlow click on the three dots in the banner at the top to access the menu. You can also choose to receive an email notifying you of new content.

I will leave you with this:

It isn’t about how you lived, but how you loved!