Neverending Story...

I checked previous blog entries before beginning to write this, not wanting to duplicate.  That in itself would be appropriate, for my story is of pulling weeds...again...and again...and again.

I'd put off pulling the majority of weeds in our front yard (we won't even discuss the back!).  It was too hot, or too dry, or I was too tired, or my back hurt.  My excuses were also neverending.  The looks of the yard even embarrassed me-- obviously not enough, though.  Michael kept saying he'd put week killer on the section near the street, and actually did once, but it didn't put a dent in the unwelcome little green visitors.  So, for the past two evenings I've been out pulling weeds from between the rocks and our "weed protection" layer.  Last night when I went in at dusk, I thought I was almost done-- could only see a few of the tall weedss.  There were just as many waiting for me this evening.  Did you ever notice when you see one and go to pull it, suddenly there are other little suckers around it?  You clean an area and walk by it the next morning and there are more?  I am not fond of the green invaders.  Aliens would be more welcome--especially if they eat weeds!