Well, yesterday I'd cleared out the last garden bed, mowed the lawn, and was pretty pleased with myself, when my eye caught the two garden beds I hadn't even bothered with. Who ever was in this house before us didn't do squat with the beds, and they were just a mess. If I actually owned the house instead of renting it, I would have plowed that entire section of yard under and turn it into an actual garden, with all the trimmings. I had planned on just weed-wacking the beds, putting plastic over them and letting them lay fallow for the year. Instead, those two beds just glared at me in an accusatory fashion. Blah.
So I cleared them. Four damned hours for TWO F**CKING GARDEN BEDS, but they're cleared and ready for tomatos. My arms are sunburned to hell, but it was worth it. I also learned a few things about the previous owners and tenants - they didn't know jack shit about gardening, and they never took the proper time to deal with the gardens they had. I was pulling rocks the size of my fist out of those beds, and the weeds had a root network that stretched as far as the eye could see. I was on my hands and knees pulling weed roots, because if you leave just a little bit of it, it'll grow back. Bastardized plants. Four hours, and I'm not letting a single damn weed get their grubby roots on those beds again. I am THROUGH with clearing weeds for the month.
Oh, and in the meantime, I smoked some pork steaks, and I'm in the middle of making my own BBQ sauce. Heading on over to the future brother-in-law's house for dinner. He just bought a house, and it has a damn cool indoor BBQ pit in the kitchen. Unreal, but nice to have. I hope he has enough alcohol to help deal with my back. I'm not meant to be bent over gardening for four hours. Blah. I shoulda just hired some young kids to do it.
Anyways, I'm going to go fiddle with the BBQ sauce. Now go read TVE's post and send off a thank you to Spike TV.