Back from tour.  Beyond the whining.  Don't miss it like I used to.  Just a sense of duty that I've done my bit.  Mostly get no appreciation back, so don't really enjoy it anymore.  I did my best and as usual it's not enough.

But back to my garden and my house.  My poor pink garden was so choked with timothy grass that I'm surprised it's even surviving.  It was good to spend the morning pulling up miscreant plants up by the roots.  Focused my energy and anger.

Other less satisfying jobs are slated for later today.  Cleaning out the fridge and making a grocery list loom large for this afternoon.  After tour, I really don't want to sit and plan menus, but it's gotta be done.  Because I crave non-sysco type food.  Salad will be featured prominently this week and maybe broccoli since it made heads while I was gone.  As did my Romaine lettuce.  YUM.

I hope to tackle the backyard later in the week.  I think I've weeded as much as I can today.  

My best surprise for a Monday was that my large rose in the pink garden did not die after all.  I was a very happy camper to see it coming back.  I'd given up on it.  So it's a good thing I was gone and didn't dig it up or something before it had a chance to come back.  Made it all worthwhile as I tore all my remaining nails.  

Time to move on to less time wasting pursuits.  oh bother.