I got a wild hair yesterday and decided the best thing I could give Craig for Father's Day was yardwork. Specifically, trimming all the shrubs in the front and mowing the grass so he wouldn't have to this weekend. What was I thinking???
Here's the good news. I didn't electrocute myself. And the bad news? You'll be needing a new outdoor extension cord Craig! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I cut it in half with the hedge trimmers.
It took me over three hours, including trimming all the dead stuff out of the razor sharp yucca. Ouch! While I was working, a Mexican landscaping truck circled three times. I think they were trying to figure out whether to offer me their services. Or maybe they wanted photos of the clumsy gringa doing her own yard work. In the meantime, Milt's Lawn Service showed up across the street and finished all the grass, shrubs, and trees in less than an hour. Afterwards, the man and wife team lit up cigarettes and gawked at my lack of progress. The woman with her gravelly smoker's croak yelled across the street, Lady, you're one hard workin' woman. Translation -- you don't have a clue!
Later in the afternoon, we got our first monsoonal dirt storm of the summer. And it nullified the clean courtyard. I KNEW that would happen!