Well, the yard work around here has officially begun. Don has mowed several times now and I finally drug myself outside, kicking and screaming, to clean out my first two flowerbeds. I enjoy myself once I’m out there, but it is sure hard to get started. I also filled up my flowerpots a couple weeks ago and left them in the basement until I could trust the weather. This wasn’t an act of efficiency, by the way; I just couldn’t pass by the flower displays at BiMart any longer without indulging.
In spite of my groaning, weeding flowerbeds is actually a relaxing feat for me. My only complaint with it is the consternating fact that the damn things keep growing back. It seems only fair, in my humble estimation, that weeds should only crop up once per year. Once they are pulled out, they should play by the rules (my rules) and stay gone until next year. Really. Is that too much to ask? That the weeds NOT be the most ambitious thing in my yard?
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