anef | Weeding

Have just been out weeding the front garden to the accompaniment of the Sunday Afternoon Drummer from the left and free-form jazz from across the road.

Now, weeding our front garden is bad enough, as it is mostly paved or tiled. Weeding consists mostly of digging dandelions out of crevices with the aid of a broken kitchen knife, so it's one of those Sisyphean tasks. In fact, why did they bother to invent all those dull and repetitive torments in the underworld (you know, carrying water in a sieve, rolling rocks up hill) when they could quite easily have set someone to weeding dandelions? Adding free form jazz is the equivalent of the daily vulture coming to rip your liver out.

So, anyway. A good 2/3rds of the dandelions and other eager little weedlets gone. Another hour or so would probably kill it, except I really can't stand the musical accompaniments any more. Have come inside to Soothe my Nerves.

Weeding

well done