Can I just warn you that there are disturbing photos in this post and I can assure you that this sight will not be repeated anytime in the near future.
Before we went on our cruise Stephen weeded our back yard (I can't call it a garden) and then with all the rain that Canberra received while we were away we were amazed that they had all returned bigger and taller than before.
I decided that I would start and pull them out last Saturday--the ground was still really wet so they came out very easily.
I finished today--phew was that a job and a half.
Before you look at the scary parts look at these hands--they aren't gardeners hands they are stitchers hands.
They haven't touched a weed in twenty years-and won't touch another one for a long-lonng-lonnngg time I can assure you of that.
My knees are so sore I tried to kneel down and wipe something off the floor tonight and oh the pain-it hurts just to think about it.
Anyway Stephen sneeked out with the camera to have proof of the miracle that was happening before his eyes.
I was leaning on a milk crate with a cushion on top of it to make myself comfortable while performing this awful task.
Note the colour co-ordinated gardening gloves-am I trendy or not--and what about the hat with the puppy dogs on it.
This is the area that I have weeded-it is about a third of our back yard area.
And here is the pile of weeds--I have placed our peg basket in front of it so you can compare the sizes.
There are other parts of the yard that need weeding but not by this little brown duck--no sirree.
The cleaning fairy will have to do it-and he will probably spray it with weed killer.
