Every morning before the mercury hits triple digits I try to get a little bit of yardwork done. We are talking between 7am and 9am at the very latest. Its a time before the business world is ready to deal with me and after I walk Lou so it fits nicely.
Today’s task was getting after the bushes that have gone waaaaay past needing a trim and into taking over the yard.
Every time I walked away from the ladder, Lou (who loves to climb) scampered up to get a better view.
The work didn’t last long this morning – after an hour of trimming, I made some good progess, Lou was hoarse from barking at cats across the street, and I was soaked.
Looks like those shoulders could use more sun.