What am I doing today? That is a good question. I have nothing planned other than getting a few groceries I forgot on the last trip. It wasn't that I was shopping without a detailed list, I just didn't double check it and was checked out before I realized I forgot a couple of items.
I should get out and do more yard work, but I still have a knotted muscle on one shoulder from hanging on to my Stihl weed eater. It also causes one finger to go numb unless I remember to take breaks. To be honest, the knotted muscle is just a better sounding excuse than the truth. The whole truth is I have copped a bad attitude about yard work that grows worse as I age.
I tried to remember some of the signs that the minister that sold me this place, years ago, had out in the garden and flower beds. One was, "Blessed is he that pulls the weeds from the tomatoes." I am no Bible scholar, but if that was a legit verse, my mom would have had it on a billboard in the garden. I was very wise to Bible shaming to guilt children into doing unpleasant garden task. It was a family tradition.
How many times, as a kid, I heard, saying like "Gardening is connecting with God." You can bet your sweet biff, I never ate an apple while working in the orchard. Once while weeding a long row in the garden, I looked back to check my progress, and I saw a cattle salt block on the other side of the fence. While I was a kid and no ones wife, dead set against relocation, I never looked back while weeding, again. The idea of being turned into a salt block and being licked by cattle, was traumatic.
Even with these memories, I have decided I can look at weeds and concede they are the victors. I conceded to quack and crab grass years ago. After all dandelions and thistles are no longer weeds once they bloom. Anyone can clearly see they are flowers.
All the bending and scooping of the trimmings. Ack! We are half done trimming the bushes. We got the front of the house done, and so are we for today. We may have to call in Edward Scissorhands to finish the job.
So I use the long hedge clippers that have the "scissor" mechanism. By the time I've done one hedge I'm steps away from urgent care. 
