I did not do anything bloggable today. I went for a short run this morning, during which my legs said, “What’s up with this? We didn’t sign up for this!” and my breathing went, well, “puff, pant, puff.” I went shopping for a couple of things, but not to the locally owned, distinctive stores I love (sorry, folks, sometimes I need mass produced items). My only real accomplishments were a load of laundry and two letters. And I fear they were short, illegible, and uninteresting.
Oh dear, now it seems I am making a whiny blog post. Let me share one of the pictures I took this afternoon.
This is my driveway and front walk. I have been meaning to do something about all these weeds. I mean something other than staring at them and shaking my head. Yesterday, I looked up (for the second or third time), a natural spray for them and mixed up a batch.
After first starting to pour it into a squirt bottle with holes, I located an intact squirt bottle and got to squirting. I re-squirted again this morning, then headed out this afternoon, armed with gardening gloves, a screwdriver, and high hopes.
Which were soon dashed. I am not sure if my weed mixture did anything at all, but it certainly was not the miracle I was hoping for. I poked and pulled and huffed and puffed. Soon sweat was pouring down my face and my back was aching. I bent over, I squatted, I sat, I knelt. I had to laugh at myself. What a crazy old lady I must have looked like!
I persevered for a half hour, maybe a little more. I got a lot of dirt on myself and made some amount of visible progress. However, I did not take a picture. Oh, OK, I will go out and take a picture now (ooh, look at me, blogging in real time).
You can see why I did not list this among my accomplishments for the day, especially when I mention there are a lot more cracks with weeds. Still, I gave it a shot. People who took care of the weeds in their walks earlier in the season, I congratulate you. I am hoping to do better next year. In the meantime, I hope this will do for my Tired Tuesday Post.