many weeds and more mulch

Today Z and I worked 7 hours. The first 3 or 4 we spent pushing wheelbarrows full of mulch up hill. My hands are throbbing as a result. Pain aside, I must admit there is something very eloquent about working hard in the dirt outdoors. The sweat tastes better than when produced at the gym. mmmmmm. There is a tasty thought for you all to nibble on.

Later today we moved rocks...yes rocks. We built a little rock border around all the mulch we laid. The picture here is of Z's kairn he built with the extras. Leave it to Z to turn a simple stacking chore into a work of art - well an art project at the very least.

Then we returned to the endless and thankless task of pulling weeds. They just never seem to die. Persistent little guys.

Tomorrow we are taking the day off and we hope to go surfing. I am sure there will be some more amusing stories then --- ALTHOUGH REALLLLLLY, I ask you, what could be more *on-the-edge-of-your-seat* than mulch and weeds?