And on Day Three........

My daddy (a farmer) and step-mother (a gardener) came for a visit. When they left, my entire front lawn was covered in weeds and limbs that had previously resided in my back yard.

I was so thankful to have their help. For one thing, there was a bed of something if my front yard. It was a leafy green plant with an orange center. It was not my first choice, but it was really kind of attractive. I found out it was a weed so out it went.

In my back yard, growing around and through anything that was already there, were the most obnoxious, tough and mean looking weeds. I don't know what any of them are called, except for Virginia Creeper which was also plentiful. They were so thick that I was too intimidated to begin to tackle them by myself. I think, really, I was a little fearful of what might come climbing out. We spent much of the day and into the evening cleaning it all out. The result exceeded my "yard trash allowance" so I had to call for a special pickup so it would not kill the grass on my front lawn.

Once this chore was done, I had a better idea of (or the lack of ) what I had to work with. It was probably at this time that my addiction to Round-up began.