Thanks, Allison, I'm glad you like it.

One morning several years ago I had an insight that made my life easier. Every morning I would wake up worrying about the weeds. First I would visualize them choking my flowers, then I'd visualize them dropping hundreds of weed seeds. Then I'd visualize all the steps needed to get rid of them properly - - remove them, chop them up, bring up bags from the basement, bag them, stow them for eventual pickup, dispose of properly.

(Forget compost. They never compost.)

I was raised by parents whose motto was "If you can't do a job right, don't do it all all." My mother's plaids always matched and my father's wood working was always perfect. One morning I realized I didn't have to follow their example all the time.

That morning I realized that all I really needed to do was to yank up the weeds and throw them on a path to shrivel in the sun. And some day, maybe days later, I could bag them for disposal later. It was such a relief!

Dishes must be washed, but they needn't be dried. Bills must be paid, but they needn't be filed. Cars must be gassed, but they needn't be washed. And so it goes.

I still match my plaids, though.