I am so sore. My muscles ache. Well, most of them, anyway. BUT! The back yard - my BIG back yard (garden, for those of you from the UK or her colonies - except the US, where we didn't keep a lot of the idioms of the language) is mowed AND raked and mowed again.
There is so much work that needs be done back there. The problem is, and has been, the weather. I hate mowing when the grass is wet. I try to mow on the weekends. All that means is that yesterday was the first time this year I've been able to mow the grass. And it was LONG. So long, I actually raked up the cut grass and made mulch piles at the back of the yard where some stuff is growing that I don't want growing there, so the grass piles SHOULD stifle said growing things and make a bare spot I can fill in later with ... more grass.
And there's trees to cut down and bushes to trim and roses that need pruning, etc, etc, etc.
Speaking of bushes to trim ... oh, nevermind. We won't go there. Well, I will, I'm just not going to take you with me.