Weed Eaters: Not for Amateurs

I am 42 years young and have been mowing the grass since I was in high school. It was one of my "chores". The house we lived in didn't have curbs so I didn't have to edge. Thankfully.

While I have still not taken on the edger, today was the first time for me to use a weed eater. Oh-my-goodness. Have you ever used one? If not, it looks soooo much easier than it is.

I had a difficult time getting the hang of it but am determined to do so. If you know me, that doesn't surprise you at all. I do not like admitting defeat at the hands of machines.

That being said, I will master this machine and the yard will look much better next time. Thankfully, the "yard master" isn't here to laugh at it. Of course, my dogs and kids will never notice a thing.

I cannot close without handing out some apologies.

To the fig tree that has done nothing but provide a fun place for the kids and dogs to hide and grown figs for Shelby to play with, I am so sorry I clipped your leaves hanging so close to the ground.

To the chairs, I had no idea the wire would actually wrap around your legs. That had to hurt.

To Ralph my terra cotta pig I've had for so long. I cannot apologize enough for what must have been a shocking slice to your backside. You didn't deserve that. You know you have long been my favorite thing in the yard! I still love you. Please forgive me as I'm still learning. I'll steer clear of you next week.

Finally, to whatever was rustling around behind the fig trees...I know where you live and next time, I'll have better control of that blasted hand-held weed whacker. Beware...I WILL slice you. Just ask Ralph.