Weeds

The past two weekends have been filled with wonderful, dry, sunny days. Jim and I weeded and planted new flowers and weeded and cut grass and weeded and pruned and weeded and put in a dozen tomato bushes. Then we weeded again.

My friend Doreen loves to garden. So do most of my neighbors which makes my un-manicured front yard look worse than it would if their's were not such showcases.

We've tried to cut back on our extra curricular activities to have more time for the yard but there is still much to do before we catch up.

It's looking good, at least to us. Our neighbor on the north side came over last week and mentioned that she is considering building a fence between our properties. It didn't hurt my feelings, I'm doing my best. She told me she hates weeds. I know this is true because she just pulls up anything she doesn't recognize and considers it a weed. I hope her perennials come up soon before their roots are snatched from the dirt.

Hey, a fence might be nice. Her yard is pretty stark now that she's pulled up all the roses, and holly and other plants the past owner worked so hard to grow. To each their own.

I don't like yard work but it was nice to spend time in the yard with Jim working to make our house at least not be considered a blight.

Really, its not that bad. It is all relative after all. Jim and I both grew up in apartments without yards so by the time we reach 90 we'll have this yard work figured out.