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There's a grumbly in my tumbly
May. 15th, 2004 11:55 amGranted, it's only 11:45 and all, but I'm famished. Who knew that weeding would be so hunger-inducing? I spent a couple of hours outside in the front yard this morning pulling up scraggly looking things, dying nasturtiums and the new growth of the Cut Down Tree That Will Not Die. I am woman; fear my clippers.
After two hours the yard looks better squared. But spending so much time out there made me realize how much yet there is to be done. The better course of action would jsut to have ignored it in the first place, yes? But then I'd be succombing to the pull to become those neighbors - the ones that let their front yard go to hell while lounging on the couch oblivious to the disarray going on outside. Tomorrow my goal is to trim the Jasmine hanging out of the planters and try to thin the ivy under our bay window. This is what gardeners are for, surely.
After two hours the yard looks better squared. But spending so much time out there made me realize how much yet there is to be done. The better course of action would jsut to have ignored it in the first place, yes? But then I'd be succombing to the pull to become those neighbors - the ones that let their front yard go to hell while lounging on the couch oblivious to the disarray going on outside. Tomorrow my goal is to trim the Jasmine hanging out of the planters and try to thin the ivy under our bay window. This is what gardeners are for, surely.
