Well, I’m gonna go take this sweatshirt off, put on a teeshirt and shoes and go out there and start getting rid of more of that grass.
I looked at some old pictures of what I’d done back there a few years ago, with flowers and I really liked it, all of that color against the fence. But that damned grass just kept coming back. Brian said I could do whatever I wanted. Maybe I’ll just hold off for now and see how the grass does. If it stays gone, then I can do some planning.
A way to water will be something that definitely needs to be considered. And Brian really has to get those streambeds fixed to where they don’t leak.
Oh, well, as long as I have stuff to do, I can’t die, right? Isn’t that how it works?
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UPDATE:
I waited too long. Went outside, got the trashcan and pulled it over to the area where I was going to work, started digging with the pitchfork, and boy howdy, it got hot quick.
Note to self: until you’re used to digging in the heat, leave it for the morning or evening. Now’s the time to just float in the pool.
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