Friday, March 26, 2010
the other day my husband asked me to help him with some yard work. i agreed to dig up all of the weeds that have taken over what used to be our front yard while he mowed the back. i went to our shed and pulled out the necessary tools, a shovel, some gloves, and a giant lawn bag from the hardware store. as i walked to the front of our house i realized that i haven't done yard work of any sort since i lived at home with my parents. what was i getting myself into? after a few minutes it all came back to me. just like the saying about riding a bike. i felt great. i was out in the sunshine working up a sweat, and making my lawn less of an eye sore to the neighbors. i finished half or more of my duty and started feeling serious overwhelmed. our yard really was taken over by giant killer weeds and little baby weeds, there was no sign of living grass except for a tiny patch here or there. after a short pep talk with myself i carried on and filled the lawn bag to the brim. mission accomplished! however, the next day it took me a while to figure out why my entire body was so sore.....onto the garden!