Wood Chips. Wood Chips. Wood Chips.

Working in the yard, believe it or not, brings me peace. We have a large yard and it is more beautiful every year with all our hard work put in it. Especially in Spring when everything is green, fresh and budding. We get many compliments how beautiful our yard is and that brings us joy that others see all that dedication to it.

However, my body does not always agree with my peace with yard work. It became evident yesterday pulling weeds, trimming overgrown plants, pulling weeds, moving and raking wood chips, pulling more weeds, moving more wood chips, pulling weeds, pulling weeds, pulling weeds. Today my body hates me. I am so sore and tired that there will be NO yard work. I will probably do something just to get a little taste of that peace but the majority of this day will be laying low to re-coop.

It feels like a paint nails and Nook day on the patio to enjoy all the hard work.