It was such a lovely night tonight that instead of watching TV Dear Hubby and I sat out by the pond listening to our bullfrogs sing.  No, they didn’t sing The Michigan Rag.  Gosh darn it, we could’ve made a fortune if they had—no, wait they’d only sing for us and everyone else would think we were crazy.  Think?  Heck, I know we are.

     I spent most of the day pulling weeds, dead heading flowers, cleaning algae off the waterfall and rocks, backwashing the filters, and cutting back overgrown plants.  DH spent the morning with his mother and then rode the mower around our yard.  I think I got the better part of that deal.

     We have a ground cover growing near the waterfall.  I spent several hours thinning it out.  I have no idea what its name is.  What I do know, is that it hides the wild strawberries and those, ever so devious, hummingbird vines until they are well established and difficult to remove.  I thought I liked hummingbird vine, well I did actually, until I planted it in my yard.  Now it is a curse.  It’s invasive as hell, as difficult to control as a fresh from the wilds mustang, and a real pain in the aster to pull out.