Yardwork

Home ownership, how grand. Except yardwork. I hate yardwork. The only thing I get really apathetic about in home ownership is the amount of work it takes to keep the outside looking acceptable. Last weekend I planned on doing yardwork. I was worn out from the two hellish weeks of state testing to do that, though.

Yardwork is Hard Work

Yardwork is hard work and that’s why I hate yardwork! It’s too loud, it’s too icky outside in the Georgia summers, there are bugs, etc. I just really, really hate yardwork.

Too Busy

Plus I had plans. I saw Avengers: Endgame, finished Kingdom Hearts 3 and watched the Battle of Winterfell. That was a lot! If not action, it was an emotionally draining weekend. Sunday should have been my preparation day for the week. But tired is an understatement. THe battle towards the end of the school year has me super drained so mustering the energy didn’t happen.

Someone Has to do Yardwork

But yardwork doesn’t wait. It must be done and no one else does it. There’s no one else to do the yardwork.

Lots of Yardwork Tasks

I need to cut the grass, in both the front and the back, and put deer netting over my flowerbed if I want my garden to survive the deer salad buffet. While I am at it, I’ll trim the hedges, too. My parents cut back a truly evil Holly bush a few weeks ago and those limbs have thorns that will slice me up. I need to figure out a way to clear the branches without shredding my arms in the process. That bush must die, so my plan is to pour boiling water on the stump to kill it off. I also need to tie a rope up so my vining plant has somewhere to climb.

All of this yardwork is a full weekend of work. That didn’t get done! And frankly I don’t have the energy.

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