70 degrees out and barely breezy - perfect weather. |
We affectionately call this our "amphitheater" - it is on the outside of our stairwell to the basement. Most of the year it is lovely. This time of year - not so much. It begins to nag at me every time I walk past the window: clean me, clean me.
Viola growing through the crack in the rock. |
It takes a bit of back-stressing work and there's where the appreciation for those gardeners comes in. I will never be a gardener. Just the gardener's admirer. The heaviest work, though, is now finished. I've showered off all the creepy crawlies that might have clung to me, taken some ibuprofen for my back, and received a hug from The Husband.
He's promised me dinner out at a place of my choosing. Wow - if I can get dinner out of it, perhaps I should work in the yard more often. (Then again, maybe not....)
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