After yesterday’s rather embarrassing phone call, I knew I had to get serious about weeding. Four and a half hours later, I feel like I barely made a dent. I don’t understand how some of my neighbors have NO sign of weeds in their gardens. Did they sprinkle some magical elixir that keeps the weeds at bay? Am I just special?
Part of the reason today took so long is that I did most of it – nay, ALL of it – by hand. Didn’t drag the snazzy new cultivator out of the trunk at all. Initially I wasn’t sure whether the soil had dried out enough to use it, but then I decided I would try to weed through some of the seedlings to see if they were salvageable. That required a lot of hunching over and kneeling and squinting and…let’s just say I’m not looking forward to waking up tomorrow. Maybe I should just take the ibuprofen now…
Before going to the garden, however, I went to Up and Running Dayton to get fitted for new running shoes. It’s doubtful that I’ll ever move at a pace faster than a brisk wog (walk + jog or “bouncing walk” to those not used to my made up words), but need a new pair of shoes dedicated to exercise now that my old sneaks have become my gardening/hashing shoes. Not surprisingly, Sauconys are the winners for the third time in a row. Now I just have to convince HRG to shell out $100+ for shoes.
I did carve out time to take my Fat Mum Slim photo today. Today’s prompt – an animal:
The rest of my photos from this year-long project can be found at my photo blog, if you wanna check ’em out.