…dreams thistles.
Yesterday, time was spent in the yard. The first time in two weeks that I’ve been outdoors. I lacked energy so the project was accomplished after several “stop and go.”
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Postscript @10:30 AM: “My trash runneth over.” That is the second trash can full to the brim, pushed down, overflowing.
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Break time.
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Postscript @12:00 noon: More “yardening”—and I couldn’t seem to find a stopping point.
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Maybe the garden center people could recommend a weed and feed product. Or ask someone in the park that has a good looking lawn what they use. I’ve encountered those prickly things. I use a pair of leather gloves in the yard.