My new place is amazing and I've been spending any extra time I have decorating, re-decorating, painting, gardening and sending photos to my trustworthy design-type friends for suggestions.
Today, I spent a few too many hours attempting to pull overgrown ivy out of our yard. Ivy and I have met before. I'm no stranger. But I forgot how scary she can be. Like little snakes whose tails have a secret end you won't find unless you use all your strength.
I caught myself talking to the green monster. Directly. Pleading she didn't have hidden bugs (especially Black Widows that my brother has now made me scared of) and/or any other wiggly creature that might surprise me.
The best moment of the day was my rake taking a fall and shocking me so much, I jumped about 2 feet in the air and proceeded to run directly inside the house.
I had no idea gardening non-guerrilla-style would be so stressful.