Ah, nothing like some hard yard work that leaves your hands sore and arms shaking from exhaustion to make you feel like you actually accomplished something today.
And nothing like three-quarters of a garden still full of weeds and bushes that still need to be trimmed to make you feel like you didn't do nearly enough. But to be fair, some of those weeds were as tall as me before I trimmed them down a week or two ago, and now my mom wants me to pull them out - so it's not easy work. I was afraid I'd have to use a spade to get them out, but I'm proud that I didn't. I only stopped because it started to feel like the skin was going to start rubbing off of my hands. I hope it doesn't get too warm tomorrow, because I'm going to be right back at it then. Maybe since it's Saturday and I don't have anything going on, I can get it all done.
On the plus side, I can argue that since I was the one getting the garden into a plantable state, I should at least get some say as to what goes in it.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"