Tonight I will sleep like the dead, for I am fatigued to exhaustion.
I took a vacation day today to weed the backyard. An entire day off. Just for weeding.
Yes, it was as bad as you're guessing.
(I did consider taking a picture of what it looked like before, but some things are best left to the imagination; and I'm already a little low on dignity.)
Because it's tough to tell in the photo, I'll describe the pile's size. It's about five feet tall with a diameter of six feet. Most all of the weeds have nasty stickers, so I spent six hours being grateful for heavy-duty gardening gloves.
Once the pile was complete, the weeds all whacked, I found myself very grateful for 3mm thick, 40 gallon contractor's garbage bags. All five of them that I filled. Filled all by myself, 'cause the mister had to go to work. I am woman. Hear me complain.
We've lived in this house for a little over two years, and the yard still isn't done. I used to have grand plans for the little space, but time, funds, patience, and apathy have whittled my concepts down to the point where I'd be happy with a cement slab, some sprinklers and grass for the dog. But give me a choice between forking out dough for the yard or saving it and the shred of pragmatism I have takes over. No yard. Our poor dog.
Seein' as the back is nothing more than Soph's giant litter box, it doesn't take much time for the entire space to get overrun with weeds the size of which should never be seen. But when the weeds reach the door and make it hard for her to find a place to pee it's time to conquer the chore. So I took a day.
I've never mowed a lawn. And today was my first go with a weed-whacker. Because I don't speak Yard, I started the whacking in jeans, little bronze ballet flats, and a t-shirt. I ended the day in the same jeans, a long-forgotten pair of sneaks, a long-sleeved shirt, the heavy-duty gloves, and my giant sunglasses for eye protection. Because I was out back for six hours, the neighbors had plenty of opportunity to peer out their 2nd story windows into my yard and see a very large bug eradicating the Romos yard of sagebrush and tumbleweeds.
This yard work thing isn't for sissies.
4 comments:
You bet it isn't for sissies. I am so so so so so happy you are getting in the mud and dirt. Now Sophilia has a place to roll!
WOW...come and do mine. Our yard looks very similar to yours. The girls enjoy looking out of the windows in to our backyard jungle filled with bushes of Sunflowers and very large weeds. We're still using the excuse that until we get a gas powered trimmer (the only whacker strong enough to do the job) or hire someone to hack the weeds we just can't do it. Are you for hire?
apparently, you are also a Renaissance woman. you and Rabid are a match made in heaven (or hell, if you prefer).
oh man, can I steal that "I am a Woman, hear me complain" ? oh please please please...I just can't stop thinking about it. hilarious.
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