I have successfully avoided yard work for nearly 40 years. I did it when I was a single mom and happily yielded the chore when I remarried.
Now, however, I’ve gotten back into it. Me against nature, yay!
So I decided, naturally, to start with the worst job, which is the area beside the house where years ago we unwittingly planted some creeping ivy. If you ever think ivy would look nice in your yard, DON’T PLANT IT! It takes over before you realize it. Along with the ivy, there is a forest of shrubs that grew into trees that sent up shoots that turn into new little trees that grow… And the honeysuckle vines that twist around everything else. And did I mention the broken limb that fell into the smaller trees and got entangled by vines?
So I started pulling and hacking and lopping some six to eight feet of undergrowth. My goal, though, was to get that hanging limb out, which I finally did by cutting all the vines that were holding it in midair. As it came into my waiting hands I thought hurray! and then turned and tripped over a root. I landed on my thumb, which was quite painful. I couldn’t use that hand for a full day, but it is better now, obviously, or I wouldn’t be typing this.
But I am happy that the major hurdle to my imagined neat side yard has been conquered.
Another hurdle I had been putting off and which I finally tackled was a pivotal scene in my WIP. I had been thinking about it for days, and knew I had to get it down before I could move on with the story. So, sore thumb and all, I made myself write until I was satisfied with the scene — as a first draft. I know it will need editing, just as my yard needs further trimming.
But all in all, I am fairly satisfied with this week’s output.