Weeds Fear Me

I finally sucked it up today and let the reality sink in that no kindly neighbor was going to offer to mow the lawn for us in 94 degree heat. The "kindly" neighbors were just going to continue to give judgemental looks at me every time I turned out of my driveway because the weeds in the yard are nearing 3 ft in height while their lawns were pristine and landscaped with pretty little flower beds all abloom. Eh. Their lawnmowers don't look like this, either, now do they?

Anyway, after attacking the kitchen with a bottle of Lysol kitchen cleaner and all the pent-up anxiety I have ever had, then following up with a super-cleaning of my bathroom and bedroom, I decided to give in and mow the lawn, too. And boy, did I mow the lawn. And some ivy. And some monkey grass. And some of the overgrown hostas that were blocking my path to the back yard. And, from the looks of things when I emptied out the clippings, I also mowed a Burger King cup and a Little Debbie wrapper that someone had thrown out on the curb. Heh.

I have to put the picture up because our yard just doesn't look like this all that often. It is a little dark (with an ancient relic for a lawn mower, cutting the grass takes awhile) but I needed to go ahead and get the picture. Unfortunately, tomorow morning, all the weeds will be back again. You see, the mower doesn't really cut them. It just beats them down for about 12 hours. It's a shame...the neighbors will never know how nice it looked.