I think this is the worst part of gardening. Not the long hours of pulling weeds, trimming, and edging, but hauling the refuse to the weed pile. I'm not sure why it irritates me so, but, as you can see, I stall as long as possible before tackling it. I wait too long and I pile my load too high in hopes that I won't have to make as many trips. Of course, when I lose part of the load along the way it only serves to make me hate the task even more. 
If I was being philosophical, I would look at it as an opportunity to take a break, admire my progress, or at least offer the irritation up in prayer. However, I'm choosing to look at it another way. Someday, when we win the lottery, I will hire someone else to do it. I'll do the gardening, but they can dump my wheelbarrow...and maybe do the edging.
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