Playing in the dirt

Pregnancy has turned me into a heat and humidity wimp. For this reason, my flower beds have gone largely neglected over the summer. Grass and weeds are growing where they previously have not been permitted to linger. Early blooming mums have been lucky to be looked at, let alone deadheaded. Black Eye Susans and my purple Coneflowers had a turf war, and the Coneflowers lost. They survive, but don't look great (anyone else have a bummer year with the Coneflower?).

Yesterday evening, we got a little glimpse of how life can be when it's not in the 80's and humid (I've heard our summer hasn't been that bad. My hormone-infused reality sees it differently).

I worked. Weeds were pulled. Plants were divided and transplanted. Small trees growing under our deck were removed. New plants and a small tree were considered. I shoveled, raked, pulled, watered, fiddled... and 2 hours later I had a hard time moving at all.

But geez, the front our our house looks nicer for it.

And it made me feel so much better. I've been missing scrubbing dirt from my fingernails.