I give up. Not only have I lost the battle with the weeds, I’ve completely lost the war. There are more dandelions around the pool than brick chips. The backyard consists entirely of those nasty prickly plants, dandelions and crab grass – with the occasional tuft of nice soft normal grass here and there. Even the dogs walk gingerly out there. Poor puppy paws. I’m finally giving in and getting the whole thing chemically treated all season for some exorbitant price…just as soon as I check out the stuff they’re using with the vet. After all, we take the dogs outside a dozen or more times a day, and the lawn company’s assurance that it’s safe in an hour or two just doesn’t make me feel very confident.
I’ve also decided that I’m a very impatient person. (Yes, I knew this already, but this situation is just reinforcing it.) When I decide I want something done, I want it done now. Not three or four weeks from now. Just now. I’m all about instant gratification. Which is why it’s driving me crazy that after 6 weeks I still don’t have the plans for the fence in hand. Can’t get a permit without a plan. Can’t schedule the work without a plan and a permit. Grrr. At this rate, it will be winter again before I have a fenced-in yard. (At least the weeds will be gone by then.) If the landscaping company hadn’t been so highly recommended, I’d just look elsewhere…but I’m sure that they are all very busy this time of year.
Instead of enjoying my yard, I’ve spent every outdoor moment stressing about it. Wait, let me focus on the good…at least this year, for once, my rosebushes don’t have black-spot…yet. Knock wood!