Slice of Life: When Life Gives You Weeds, Grab a Wheelbarrow
This evening I grabbed my wheelbarrow and headed to the flowerbeds. To say I had been putting off weeding my flowerbeds would likely be a bit of an understatement. The mosquitoes had made it nearly impossible to spend too long outside without layers of clothing. The thistles, grasses, and other unwelcome offenders had started to take over everywhere I looked. I had to stop avoiding the inevitable. With that in mind, I put on some long pants, grabbed my gloves, and headed to get the wheelbarrow. Where to start? That was the question. Should I start in the front where most people actually see our beds or go to the back so my view from the patio was pleasing? The task ahead seemed overwhelming. I really just wanted to go inside, grab a class of lemon water, and sit on my couch. That's when I remembered advice from one of the secretaries I had the pleasure of working with years ago: "Just start with a wheelbarrow. Fill it one time each day." I started that