Pink Wildflowers in Minnesota. See, now if everything could look this lush and green and non-weedy, I’d be good.
Well, I know I’ve been weeding too much when:
- I think I’ve cleared all the weeds and see a few more. And a few more. And a few more.
- I begin thinking they have a human brain and know where to grow so I can’t get to them.
- I dream about pulling up weeds. Scratch that. Have nightmares about weeds.
- I consider pulling up everything and just throwing rocks down. Or black weed paper. Or bring out a the weed/grass/any plant killer.
- I pull up flowers instead of weeds in my enthusiasm to get to the weeds.
- I’m sure that when I went out to weed yesterday, that patch had been totally cleared and now it’s full of weeds again.
- The bark mulch is helping the weeds to grow.
- The fertilizer is helping the weeds to grow.
- Pulling weeds is helping more weeds to grow.
- I’m thinking a wild garden–I mean really wild–is the way to go.
It’s not my fault the weeds are getting to me!
But this morning it was cooler out than usual–courtesy of thunderstorms last night–and so when I realized it, I went out there to tackle 2 flowerbeds. I’d like to say they are both done. But I know there were more weeds lurking out there. But they are mostly done. For the moment. Four more out front to weed still though.
I managed 1,000 words on You Had Me at Cougar and turned in marketing materials for Red Wolf Christmas.
Now, it’s time to get to writing! Have a wonderful day! It’s going to be hot, hot, hot today.
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