"And if you have time today, could you pull the weeds from the front planter. It looks terrible." And it does.I've been sort of slacking off on the yard work lately and the thistle has spread among that darn creepy vine thing that no matter what I do to it, it refuses to die off. Guilty as charged but, I plead innocence due to wall painting and lawn mowing, including Ze Toni's yard (that's the new politically correct term now....Ze, gender non-specific)for a nice little sack of goodies (weed whore alert!). I am NOT passing up any paying job.At my age they don't come along too often. An hour later I'm up to my armpits in fresh compost for the growing pile out back by the fence line. The rabbits love it. More manure when it rots away. That's a good thing right? Besides, they just blend in with all the other weeds back there. Perfect disguise. Now....that job done...time to fire up. Ah...now that gets the kink out of my back. It's nice back here with my big pile of dirt with weeds growing all over it. And the big sandy hole where the bricks came out from. Nice and shady back here....and the lawn chair beckoned. Whoever said yard work was hard didn't have a lawn chair and a gentle cool breeze.