Get Some Elves

I did yard work all day. Mowed the lawn. Pulled neverending weeds. Cursed the fact that I have grass (mental note: do more research on that non-decorative landscape thing for the front).

I'm not even close to done. Maybe if I got some elves.

Anyhow, as I was mowing the last spot of the backyard that I was going to mow today, after I moved all the sticks, I thought to myself, while looking at the great bed of weeds that I'm growing next to my house, how does anyone do this . . . who works? I mean, like, at a job? Cause I'm off all summer and can catch up then. Maybe they just call the men. Or the elves. I gotta get the number for the elves. Because the landscaping cloth is not going to install itself.

I bought some watermelon plants. And some snow peas. Managed to plant most of the flowers that I purchased two days ago. Now I'm sunburned . . . and dirty. Very, very dirty. Just washed my shoes in the sink, which was a nice option. And there is something very soothing about gardening. A sense of accomplishment, when everything is straightened out and the weeds are all gone. Plus you get to pull out the weeds (kill, kill, kill). Never thought I would be into it. The ipod helps.

And before you get all excited, mother . . . no, I don't want to garden everyday and I will not own a "gardening hat". So calm down.

So to do:
Get some elves
More pots
Bigger ladder