...and someone has to stop it.
The grass is out of control, the dandelions are taking a strong hold, and the weeds are popping up by the minute. Spring has sprung up all over out there. If we don't get the garden tilled and in pretty soon, it'll be winter again already.
Time to get out there and fight the good fight. The good, dirty, sweaty, grass-staining fight. Trowel, rake and gloves in-hand ~ the battle begins.
If it doesn't pour on us. Which it might. Which will cancel the fight - we're no postal workers around here. Rain, hail, whatever, SHALL keep us from our appointed jobs.
So let's just hope it doesn't rain for a couple of hours, because it's a jungle out there.