The weeds have taken over. There is no way out but to lay siege with weed killer. Plant new grass. Cross your fingers. Cat thinks it's a dog. Won't stop digging in my flower bed!
What a lovely poem! ;) And I'm glad you're back and survived tax season. You were gone so long...I thought you were just REALLY enjoying Matt being back.
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What a lovely poem! ;)
And I'm glad you're back and survived tax season. You were gone so long...I thought you were just REALLY enjoying Matt being back.
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