The past few days have found me in the yard pulling weeds from our new lawn, planting perennials, shrubs, and digging rock hard dirt with a shovel and pickaxe. We haven't had a smidgen of rain for several weeks and the soil is very dry; the natural grass in the landscape is turning brown. Monday I mowed the wild grass along our parkway ... and weed whacked too. I shall consider this my exercise for the week (or punishment) ... along with walking the dog around our "loop" a few times. Boy, am I sore! Hopefully next week I can get our landscaper back to install the drip lines for the flower beds ... having to hand water everyday is quite a job.
It's late ... I'm tired ... maybe tomorrow my brain wont' be as "fried" and I can actually think of something better to write.
But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away.