The joy of home ownership?

Amy and I spent Saturday working in the yard: picking up sticks, pulling weeds, planting bulbs, trimming a bit, meeting the neighbor, cleaning, and just generally taking stock of the lawn. That and--and it's been nearly 20 years for me--mowing the lawn.

Front...














and back.














After I crumpled into a heap, my lovely, understanding Amy finished up.














And, yes, it looked lovely after all the work.














But what you don't see in the picture are the two poor souls groaning on the sofa: exhausted, cramped hands, sore backs, aching legs, and sunburned bald spots.

Actually, that last one only applies to me.