I started mowing the front yard a few minutes ago. The weeds are out of control. It’s been a couple of weeks since the last cut, and that is too long, but some of these suckers are tall enough for birds to start nesting.
I’ve cut half of half of the yard and my back hurts so much I had to sit for a few minutes. This is kinda my life now.
Anyway, do you think that when the sun came up this morning that huge weed thought to itself, today is my last day on Earth for today is the day I die?
Neither do I.
Inside the Red Head's Head 