That would be weeds. Weeds, weeds, weeds. In every flower bed, in between the shrubs, swirling amongst the leaves. I went out today with the intention of pulling some of the weeds out, but quickly became disenchanted with the whole process. Sure, the big fat weeds were easy to spot and yank out. The viney-type weeds weren't too difficult, once I was able to trace them through and around the leaves. But the rest of the weeds were horrible. Tiny here and tiny there with roots which apparently had the holding power of Atlas. In other words, this was, is, and never shall be the job for me.
Guess I'll go back to sweeping/dusting/vacuuming cat hair ... Or not ...
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The Good Stuff From Today: getting my desk decluttered and shelf hung; Jeanne's donation to the 3-Day; good report from KB's mom's knee surgery; Steve's safe but delayed flight home; Molly visit
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