This afternoon I pulled weeds for over an hour, stuffing them into the trash can and a large trash bag. They await being taken to the curb and hauled to the dump on Monday. The weeds are invasive and the seeds might not break down in the compost bin.

While working I visited the far back yard creek; it's lovely and full of life, even if I wouldn't eat any fish caught in it. (Unlike Rock Creek where RFK jr took a dip, this simply has street and yard runoff, no sewage discharged into it. It's also much larger than Rock Creek.) Over the years I've tossed lots of plants and bulbs onto the property so there are stands of iris, agave, prickly pear cactus, and some trees that squirrels or birds planted and I've trimmed around them so they can grow through the undergrowth. It's an urban version of a "secret garden" (did anyone else fall in love with that book as a child? When I moved into this house I had no idea that part of the property was like this because the fence in front of it was overgrown with vines and weeds.)

This spring I'm doing so much better than last, my work sessions are such that I plan to pace myself and come in after a few minutes if I need, but an hour or more passes and I haven't noticed and I'm fine continuing what I'm doing. The main requirement is having enough water to drink while I work. This is what a clear brain looks like, those statins were really awful. (And Trump is on them now - what does that tell you?)