I’ve always been a stranger to gyms. I prefer to have something to show for my efforts, other than looking in the mirror. This week I lost a couple pounds of winter weight shoveling muddy rocks. Mr. Mims gave me the ultimatum to finish by Monday, when he will get and dump a scoop of rocks. Continue reading
A few weeks ago I was in the midst of digging up the monkey grass border on the west garden, and wrote about being stymied by rotting timber that had to be replaced. We dug it all up because of the crab grass intertwined in the roots and taking over my garden in the heat of summer. I handled each one of those root bundles, separating them and pulling out the pernicious crab grass roots. Having finally finished with that project, with some help from everyone else in the family, it wasn’t really done. Of course not.
There’s a path of rocks in the middle of the garden, which water from the rain gutter drains through. If I left it with grass roots running through it then all my work weeding the monkey grass would be a waste of time. Continue reading