The tips of my fingers are sore, and it isn’t from knitting (though that did happen today). I weeded many of my garden beds today, and weeded my entire patio. Ugly though it is (made of those 1″ deep cinder block pavers), it is a sore sight when it is covered, literally, in weeds. Every spring I put off the patio weeding day, but I could stand it no longer today. It looks sooooo much better now. Even L3 noticed it!
Besides the copious, never-ending weeding, I also managed to plant several varieties of sunflowers today and to reseed my African daisies that did not do so well when I transplanted them. This year I’m hoping that I will actually get to enjoy all of those sunflower seeds in the form of flowers rather than being grievously disappointed when I find the flower head chomped off by our neighborhood deer. There will be pictures in late summer, either way.
The last thing I did tonight was to mow around all the trees and places where L1 couldn’t get with our lawn tractor last night. I’m whipped and I still want to restart my Sockapalooza sock before bed tonight. Will it happen? We shall see…
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. (Thank you.)” –Marcel Proust