Our yard is beautifully landscaped with weeds. While I call this a “No Maintenance” approach to gardening, our Homeowner’s Association calls it an “Unacceptable” approach. It’s semantics really. Unfortunately I am but a wee David to the Association Goliath and I fear being fined. The weeds must go. Since I can’t afford a yardman, I must eradicate them myself.
Our property is just over a third of an acre. Of this, half is weeds and the other half is a mix of grass and dog poo. It really is a lovely yard. I spent six hours today arduously digging and pulling the wide variety of weeds that are growing with wild abandon. My poor arthritic neck is throbbing, my sausage fingers will no longer bend and are swollen to the size of hot dog buns, and I smell. (Worse than usual.) The yard looks no different.
I curse semantics.
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