Jeff worked very hard and did the mowing; I policed up/weed whipped the buttercups and weeds closer to the edge of the property except for the ones under the dogwood tree and the ones that were covering A FUCKING WASP NEST which reduced my joy at working outdoors about as low as it goes. We both got covered in grit and buttercup juice and I still need to do the very front that’s got tall grass coming up through the cedar hedge.
I couldn’t even move for about ten minutes afterwards and every time I raised my arms they shook which made tea drinking interesting. As Jeff remarks, we really should exercise more.
One more week until Peggy’s next mini house filk.
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