...my pinky fingers are sore from pulling weeds! I worked at my friend's house for two hours this morning pulling up those buggers. After the rains that we have been having, those tenacious, unwanted greens were roosting in the old chicken coop, suffocating the artichokes, and spreading out over the back hill. Weed-pulling soreness is a happy soreness that speaks of physical work...something I rather like. Yes, finals are over and I have created a little list of Spring Break to dos which include:
~*~Create blog posts
~*~ Finish hanging picture frames (at least I got them painted over Christmas break)
~*~ Find a backpack that doesn't kill my back
~*~ Make freezer meals
~*~ Writing~*~ bike rides
Sigh...what a delicious feeling it is to have an entire seven days...for who knows what. Just yesterday I took a nap on the lawn and looked at the ants crawling through the forest of St. Augustine grass. Two thirds of the time I spent pondering the lives of ants, the other one third I spend recollecting how long it had been since I had done so!
