Today all the kids were away and I decided to garden. As in pulling weeds and getting dirty. And it damned near killed me.
We had gardeners once. We had a really great team to come in every Friday and I so loved how manicured everything was. We were just getting ready to have them do some real landscaping for us when I got laid off. Paid gardeners were the first thing to go. And I wept a little bit.
In a neighborhood where there is tremendous curb appeal and pride-of-ownership, our house is the eye sore. I hate that. And I'm quite certain my neighbors do too. And I have noticed a lot of weeds coming up like corn stalks and my neighbor across the street is trying to sell her house so I thought I should get to it before I was asked to. Because if it ever got to the point where anyone had to ask, I would be so embarrassed that I would have to move. Its bad enough to know they are thinking it.