Front bed weeded, didn’t…

Front bed weeded, didn't take as long as I expected -- it never does, once I actually get going, but somehow it's so intimidating when you're facing a long stretch of weedy soil. (Yes, one might apply this to one's e-mail inbox as well, along with various other aspects of life.) Music helped.

I also pruned back the huge shrub rose -- not only was it dragging over the path again, despite earlier staking, but most of the blooms had gone brown and soggy after several days of heavy rain. Cut those away, along with some of the longer, dragging branches, and the shrub sprang upright, with the remaining lovely blossoms waving high. I'm sure that's a metaphor for something too. Gardening is basically all metaphors and life lessons, all the time. :-)

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