Stomping the Yard

This time is was not dancing. It was literally stomping the yard.

Pulling weeds. Uprooting trees. Raking debris. Cleaning beds. Trimming bushes. Bagging remains. Adding pavers as edging. Laying landscape fabric. Fluffing mulch. Yes, literally, stomping in the yard! . . . for more than eight hours . . . and still not finishing . . . BUT it looks GREAT, and I didn’t spend the CRAZY amount of money I was quoted to complete the project! AND, I have the satisfaction of doing the work.

The real questions are . . . In the morning, will I be able to walk or raise my arms without crying? Will I need assistance brushing my teeth? Will I need a pain patch for my back or a long soak in Epsom Salts to feel human again? Will I need to order Easter dinner as take out?

It is Spring, but I’m no Spring Chicken!