Oh, now I need a nap. But when I tell you I've EARNED this particular nap, rather than all those naps I cavalierly just up and TOOK, you'll understand. You see, it was the day today. The day I wandered back into the outside world. The day that all (or at least most) of the weeds met their final reward in my front flower beds. Not only did I vanquish clover, dandelions and their ilk, I also attempted to remove all sad, dead or droopy plant material from last winter. I transplanted a few blue salvia, I attempted to subdue a very very rambly rose, (note to self: Rose needs to find a less confined home. SOON) I trimmed and pruned and encouraged small sprouts to start their stretch toward the sun. Now the neighborhood garden gestapo will stay away. It was beginning to worry me -- that anonymous bag of mulch and spray bottle of weed killer, placed prominently on the lawn in the middle of the night, that "MOW ME" message in rye seed planted into your wildly uproarious St. Augustine. That ain't gonna happen now. HA!
Ahhhh, blessed stress relief, with the added bonus of calories burned, muscles stretched and calves slightly sunburned. In addition, my Martha gloves will get their first washing of the year, and I managed to find all of my hand tools: clippers, trowel, weed scraper thing, all of that. AND there was working weed killer AND fertilizer. I have managed to gather a few scrapes and a giant rose thorn scratch across my right shinbone, but. The spring is a little more orderly in the front yard, and I now have holes to fill with new flowers! I will take my well-deserved snooze, and maybe after the sun sinks a bit, attack the backyard. I've got tomato and basil plans for that little plot of heaven!!
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