Weeds OUT OF CONTROL – A Year of Relaxation and Fun ENDS in Nightmare Yard Project – Catfish for Lunch – Life Is Good –

GardenIt’s not like the yard was entirely neglected for almost a year. Steve worked on it many days, with a few hours of help from me once or twice; but, apparently, this was not enough. Steve told me that he has been neglecting the yard ever since he met me.

Such a bad influence I have been. Today I decided to make amends. I dedicated one hour to helping him pull weeds.

The first photo to the left is a garden framed in Steve’s handcrafted stone, and is one of many like it on the property. Each of them is similarly grown over with weeds taller than the actual planted flowers. The sight of towering weed stalks was a shock to me this morning, as I strolled out the door to begin my work. I realized immediately that this was not going to fun. I’m really into fun now. I like it a lot.

Flower BedSteve took my picture Flower bed without weedsstanding near the patio in an area plagued by gigantic tree-like weeds. These sturdy, nasty-looking growths came out with little effort, compared to the gut-wrenching, two-handed tugging required by most of their blood brothers scattered all around the pool area. Once I finished pulling out the weeds there, I took another photo of the same place, showing the beautiful Lantana bush that was struggling beneath the shade of those monsters.

Steve DancingI worked for 50 minutes. I was starving for food and completely exhausted. Steve, on the other hand, was dancing to the music blaring from his karaoke machine, as he worked tirelessly in the distance. (He thinks he’s a teenager, I guess.) Chelsea, our Bichon Frise, was dancing, too.

I piled all the weeds I pulled into a plastic packing box. I stomped them down several times to get them all inside with the exception of a heap of weeds that rose over the brim. I spent a few minutes snapping photos as I worked.

(I need to help Steve another day, or two, and I probably will. Probably. Will. If… Uh.)

Weeds piled in plastic box with my gloves on the top

Weeds piled in plastic box with my gloves on the top

By this time, I should have been cooking, but showering had to be my first priority. Detesting sweat, I thought of nothing else, even though my stomach was growling after expending all that energy.

Cooking was a pleasure. Did I say that I was really hungry after working outside? Yes. My usual work is sitting in front of a computer clicking the keys.Dinner

Steve stopped working when I called him in for a lunch of fried catfish, portobello mushrooms with cheese on top, slices of tomato, cucumber and pear. Life is good.

 

 

 

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About Carol Ann Hoel

The new me - Carol Ann. More suitably said, the old me in new circumstances of life. Again. My history has developed in parts and chapters. In person, I am Wife, Mom, Grandma, Author, and Writer, in that order, more or less. Life is good because God is good.
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4 Responses to Weeds OUT OF CONTROL – A Year of Relaxation and Fun ENDS in Nightmare Yard Project – Catfish for Lunch – Life Is Good –

  1. Patricia says:

    It must have been very rewarding to see the Lantana! They are wonderful plants to have. I usually have them in pots on my balcony. I like to dig in the dirt and often wish I had a small yard…emphasis on small. I look forward to future pictures of your yard.

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    • Thanks for stopping by, Patricia. There will probably be more pics of our yard, since it will take some time to catch up on pulling weeds. Yes, it was a nice surprise to see the Lantana after pulling the weeds that were hiding it. Blessings to you…

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  2. jannatwrites says:

    Oh, I can relate to how the yard work piles up! We did a trailer load and a couple truckloads of pruning (it was overgrown when we got the house last year.) Our efforts are noticed – several neighbors have told us how nice it’s looking. Now, the fact I’m out there is a miracle. I don’t do yard work… my punishment as a child was often pulling weeds, and as you know, in the desert soil, it’s not easy. If they weren’t too mad at us, we could water the ground a bit before pulling them 🙂 I hope you are able to get a handle on the growth before summer hits!

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    • You have my sympathy. It does shine brightly when the weeds are gone. It will take us a while to get there. I am begging for wetting the soil (sand) before trying to pull out the weed trees. Ha! It’s a miracle that I got out there, too, but my husband really needed the help. I dedicated one more hour this morning. I’m such a sissy! Blessings to you, Janna…

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