A week away, and...

I returned to the ranch this evening to find the lawn has sprouted a pretty healthy crop of clover. No biggie, though. The Cub Cadet has new blades and a full tank of gas.

More importantly as I reviewed the property, is that the dawn application of Roundup I made early last week gave me the best coming home present a girl can ask for: rows clear of weeds. A quick walk up and down the rows revealed several plants in need of some light pruning, which isn't so much of a chore as it is a lifestyle nowadays. But the chore that is weeding, a true chore indeed, has been taken care of by the good folks at Monsanto. A respite!

Maybe my fingernails will stay clean through to the weekend.