Lawn work stinks. I enjoyed it the first few weeks in our new home; then I bore with it. Now it’s overwhelming. I’ve fought bugs, beetles and brown patches and now I’m ankle deep in the process of figuring out what a weed is: especially when they flower. They’re just so darn pretty. How am I supposed to tell what a real flower is if weeds have just as pretty flowers? I’ll get to nature’s theological (ecclesiological I guess) lesson after I explain myself a bit.
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