It’s ridiculous, I know, but a month of beautiful days has found me inside, almost nailed to my chair, some inner force keeping me in the house. Today my spirit broke through and I got out there in the sunshine and started yanking the weeds.
This is what I’m dealing with:
Even someone who’s not lazy would be daunted by this…and I had already been yanking out the biggest weeds for an hour when I thought to take this photo.
The real motivator was that I asked My Guy Joe, the one who mows my lawn for money, what he would charge to just come in and do it thinking he’d say 50 bucks, a hundred at the most. He said 300. I felt motivated.
It helps to have assistance:
Nice work Polly!
Isn’t it inspiring when you stumble across a survivor like this:
But this pair is the absolute scourge of my existence, Creeping Charlie and Locust tree pods.
Tomorrow I deliver plants (mostly my partner’s) to the Scott Arboretum’s Annual Members Plant Swap. Look for full coverage of this momentous event!
