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The sun was up when I woke on Saturday morning, but it didn’t seem any more excited to be that way than I was, glaring through an overcast sky. I needed to do something physical. I put drops in my eyes and grabbed a bowl of cereal, then threw on sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt to work in the yard. Ben usually mowed my lawn, but today it would have to make do with my inferior landscaping skills. This close to December, it should be my last mowing of the year.
My sunny front yard has more grass and more obstructions (it looks as though the person who owned the property before me randomly threw shrubs from the curb to plant them), but I usually weed whack the magnolia-shaded back yard, so the two sides took about the same amount of time. I trimmed up the fading pampas grass next to my
