The rain is cold and depressing, but it is helping the lawn grow strong.
The pre-landscape yard
Tearing up the yard, with ninja weapons.
Puting all the dead flox into ninja trash bags
The scorched barren earth free of Flox, Salamanders, Spiders, Crickets and cute little snakes that can’t open their mouth wide enough to bite my ninja finger.
They may be ninja kittens, but they are young and imature in the ways of stealth.
A grean lush wonderland of grassy goodness.
Sore thorat, medicine head, broken headphones, sucky work, annoying wushu, puky post-lunch. I’m going to russia.