I started out just wanting to do a little edging with the weed whacker, but I got carried away.  By the time I was done I had edged the whole front yard, trimmed the shrubs, weeded the flower bed (which has no flowers), pulled out several armloads of this noxious vine that takes the paint off my house, bagged and hauled the debris to the street, and swept the porch, walkway and sidewalk.  I also picked up sticks and branches from the back yard--a wheelbarrow full--and hauled those to the street.  And swept the deck.

This pretty much took all day.  I've been exhausted ever since--dehydrated, arms and legs all scratched and insect-bit, muscles aching and a headache from the heat.  I've been guzzling water all day and can't seem to get enough.  But, oh, does my yard look better.  It was starting to be something of an embarrassment.

Next weekend, maybe I'll plant flowers.

I'm going to bed now.  It's 8:30.  I'm going to try to read (I'm reading an advance copy of Jane Graves's HOT WHEELS AND HIGH HEELS and loving it!).  But I fear I'll just pass out!

Thanks for stopping by,
Kara