This, folks, is sweet woodruff. Right now it’s just hopeful sprigs of bright green poking through the leaf litter. Soon it will be a lush, fragrant carpet that gives the illusion that I actually know what I’m doing.
It’s been glorious and almost hot today; tomorrow, I put the boys to work in the yard. Job One: Trim the living daylights out of the shingle-eating tree planted waaaay too close to the house. I love having teenage boys; there’s always someone other than me eager to climb a ladder.