It started out so peaceful….the birds were singing and planes flying overhead.

But alas, the grass was too high and must be tamed.

The yard launched it’s first attack and I stepped into it. This did not look good.

Uh oh…..

Time to call in reinforcements.

After much sweat, blood, tears and ducking from flying sticks, I emerge from the fight victorious.

Next, it was the sneaky, stealthy weeds that had steadily advanced in my landscaping

Really guys, don’t get up. I’m sure I’ll be ok.

But the weeds had a soldier of their own…

Oh! Hi there!

I didn’t scream AT ALL when I saw him. Nope, not me.

Eventually the weeds were defeated….and a new garden was planted

But there were casualties on both sides:

Oh noes! Not the socks!

It was close, but the laundry mat says they will be okay.

The cats are relieved:

So, the moral of the story is that if your yard is muddy until mid June and you have to mow, buy a damn herd of goats.