It actually is Sunday.  I caught up! Still not done laundry, but I told P. that if he’ll take his shirts to be pressed, I’ll pay for Skanny’s replacement Seresto collar and the bird bath he wants (P., not Skanny), so no ironing. Yay!

I raked up the grass from yesterday so the Lawn Nazi doesn’t mention it, and I started a compost pile out back. No picture…it’s a pile of dead grass with some rich dirt, dead leaves and worms layered in it.

Then, I planted the last of my seeds except for the ones that’ll go along the fence. I may regret the evening primrose, but the moths won’t, and Miffy will have kitteh-nip! My poor little tiller struggled in that hard soil with dense grass roots, but we persevered!  Also…fuck grass. Only thing it’s good for is separating flowerbeds and shrubs. Seriously, fuck grass. I sweated a bitch for two days thanks to grass. Fuck grass.

Ready to plant:

Planted and watered in:

P. installed the weed barrier, and I think I’m going to put landscape fabric in the narrow space between the weed barrier and the honeysuckle that will grow there. No weed-whacking!

Now…laundry!!!