Tate weeded the whole thing in less than two hours.
Now, that boy is not afraid to work hard, but he also uses his head. Since there's nothing planted yet, he just hauled over the big screen box (for sifting out rocks), set it up on saw horses, shoveled all the weeds in and screened them. And spread the dirt piles back out. (The lighter bits are hay, from cleaning out the rabbit hutches.)
Yep. He's my hero today!
As I went outside to check his work, I startled three obnoxious pests, and had to chase them out of the yard.
I know, I know. You probably think they're cute, right?
Wrong. They're pests. PESTS, I tell you. And they're insolent. This doe has led her two yearlings just far enough down the street to smirk at me, from the neighbor's yard. She'll be back.
Look what she's done, already. Fortunately, the flowers hadn't budded yet - they still have a chance.
The deer were in the front, about to have a go at my hydrangea. I haven't seen a bloom on that poor bush since the year I planted it. But this year is going to be different. If I can keep myself supplied with Liquid Fence, and we can tolerate the pungent process. *sigh*
My little flowers are depending on me. (The deer have missed these, so far.)
And there is plenty of work to be done...
I had potatoes growing here previously, but the creeping buttercups and feverfew are taking over.
And this montbrecia will be beautiful, if I'll just clear out last year's dead leaves (and a bit of garbage the wind blew in.) And with the sun shining, it's time to get out and do it.
In other good news, Gunnar and I had a productive trip to the library this morning.
Now that's a happy sight, isn't it?
But wait, there's more.
Grandma Grasshopper dropped by unexpectedly with a gift for me. Two, actually. Guess what she picked up at Value Village?
(Picture from last Christmas.)
Four Kosta Boda snowballs - two for each of us. Thanks, Mom :D