Normally, the place looks like a beach volleyball pit, and actually, parts of it still do - the parts where I'd like there to be grass. But everywhere else, the parts where I'd like there not to be greenery, is a certifiable jungle!
All that moisture we've been getting lately has just made the backyard flora giddy with growth!
And of course you all remember and know how we sold the 6.0 hp Briggs and Stratton engine lawnmower at last summer's neighborhood garage sale and replaced it with one of those motorless pushmowers, right? Of course you do. That mower is great. I love it. So cute. So lightweight. Even Meego can mow now.
But it doesn't cut for crap anything taller than, say, three inches. Translation: It won't cut for crap anything I want to cut in the backyard jungle.
I'm seriously going weed whacker shopping today. We did have a weed whacker, but it was a worthless piece of junk. I don't want to lambaste here on the blog, so I'll just say "DO NOT BUY ANY HOMELITE PRODUCTS - THEY ARE CRAP!" Oops, that would probably count as lambasting....
Before the worthless piece of junk, we had a Poulan that I liked very much. Yes, we were good friends. Good friends until I abused it with a yucca plant. It never forgave me (the Poulan, that is. The yucca plant forgave me).
So today, one of my many missions: to procure the perfect weed whacker, perchance to make the backyard look civilized again.
... and to discover Tarzan and live happily ever after.