Commando trained weeds take over the gardens
We actually had sunshine today. What a lovely change from the last several dreary, rainy days. The pups were ecstatic about being able to go for a walk, so was I for that matter. We don’t walk a long distance but we do it at a brisk pace. Both the dogs and I are panting when we finish.
After the walks, I was in the gardens weeding for hours again. Geez, I can’t get ahead of them no matter how hard I try. They must be commando trained. I get one area weeded and those darned weeds sneak over to another one and laugh at me. They can’t grow that tall in such a short time, can they?
My leather gardening gloves have holes in the finger tips I guess it’s time to buy some new ones. I can’t use those cotton ones because we have some prickery weeds that can bite through them.
After a day of weeding, I can tell I’m getting older. My knees, hands, and back ache. At least that’s the only time I feel my age.
I added some pictures to my pond and garden page today. I took them the other day in between rain storms. I hope you enjoy them.
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Doggonedmysteries 
Heaven’s woman – no wonder you ache. The only places I’ve seen as eloquent gardens as yours charge admission and have a staff!!!!
Your yard is a place of dreams and delight. Thank you for the photos.
Aw, thanks. It’s a lot of work but it is my zen thing to do. I guess my gardening genes come from my Dad’s side of the family. My Aunt Janet would be proud of me. She got me started on the perrenials.
I hear you about feeling the age. I’m the same way after a day of working. Off to see the new pix
Funny, the rest of the time I don’t feel any different than I did 35 years ago. 😉
my bullies make gardening impossible – sweetie thinks she is helping by digging holes – so i gave up.
deb
I’ve been lucky so far with all our Bullies none of them have been diggers. We did have one rescue come through here that loved to dig and he helped DH when he was digging the hole for the pond.