I’ve got these weeds.

It’s not what you’re thinking. They’re not horribly out of control or an embarrassment. It’s not as if I need to get to them today or all hope will be lost. But they’re growing and they’re on my mind.

I head first to the backyard, my third of it. The daughters and I each have one-third of the yard to keep in check. Our front yard is xeriscaped and our backyard, well, let’s just say it’s a dog yard. Not much back there but dirt, some leftover gravel, litter from the trees, dog poop, and the weeds. More