I’m a neat freak. A detail freak. I could not stand to look out our windows and see how the ground cover had covered up the large rocks.
It had to be trimmed.
I knew it would take at least half of the day to get it done. Hiring someone to do it was out of the question. So, I walked out of my garage with tools in hand. I prepared for a morning that would find me on my knees, working with newly-sharpened lawn scissors.Read More