I spent the better part of yesterday afternoon pulling an invasive weed out of my flowerbeds. The vine has been the bane of my existence since we landscaped the yard lo these many years ago and I grow weary from the battle.
Today, my right hand is stiff and sore. My back aches. My left hamstring is tight. And my flowerbeds look amazing.
Until we meet again, bindweed, you tenacious bastard.