Noticing the eastern sky lighting up a bit, I took my coffee out on the back deck and soaked in the peace surrounding me. A tiny wren perched on the fence and sang a lively tune for me. I heard frogs croaking in the distance and various birds awakening, and by the time full daylight came, I heard the occasional hummingbird buzz past.
I went back to the deck, sat down, and surveyed the pasture where the calves are; that's when I noticed how healthy the sour dock plants were looking. Cliff has mowed that pasture twice this year, but within a week after mowing, those dock plants raise their ugly heads as though nothing had dampened their enthusiasm for taking over the place. Early this spring I decided to wage a war on those hateful plants. I knew the whole four-acre area was too much for me to tackle, but I decided to simply fight the ones within twenty feet or so of the yard, all the way from east to west, so I wouldn't have to look at them first thing in the morning. I went out with a shovel at various times and dug the plants in that area up. Of course I didn't get the entire root on any of these pesky plants. Those longest roots must go down a yard or more. But I figure at least it set the plant back more than simply mowing.
Those broad-leaf weeds are my enemy!
Look at all those nasty seeds.
I love store-bought shortcake, but the other day we didn't have any, so I made the home-made kind, which over a period of two days we devoured (with a little cream poured over them... I wonder why we can't lose weight?). Cliff remarked that he preferred the home-made variety to those little golden shortcakes in the store.
Well, I'll just make some shortcake again, I decided. (Recipe HERE.)
Cliff got up, we had our cereal, and I told him about my original plan to clean the carpet. Then I put on some boiled eggs to use in the potato salad I intend to make at some point today and took the trash out.
That's when I realized I had used up my initial energy doing so many other things, I wasn't going to mess with carpets today. I was tired already! And I still have strawberries to pick.
And now you know why I hardly ever do any housework. It just isn't at the top of my list of priorities.