The garden beds are overgrown. And that's putting it lightly. There are rope-like weeds running from here to there, sprouts of dry, crisp whispies of fluff, someone's old fire ashes, and a dried tree weed thing. These damn things (of which there are 5 of) are what I'm most excited about but also most overwhelmed about. I had no clue how/when/where to even start
Until I tested my hand at the weed whacker. Believe it or now, never fired one of those bad boys up! My mom and dad had gotten us one a few years ago for a birthday present. Jess did the yardwork at the old house. It was battery powered and pretty awesome. But then the grandparents got us a gas powered one. I got brave and went with the battery powered one. It was pretty amazing! Or so I thought! And then Jess fired up the gas one. HOLY CRAP! Now we're talking! So satisfying on a whole different level.
And then the tiller came out. I love power tools. Seriously. That damn tiller is like riding a bull. I think my body was still jiggly when I went to bed. But, it broke up the ropey weed things enough so that you could actually see dirt under them. I have some plans on getting some planting dirt, manure, and some other good things for plants mixed in. But, that'll have to happen next weekend because this mama is wiped out!