Phil was coming to help me weed my three acres, and I was excited.
If you feel anything like I do about weeding, you might wonder why I was excited. But as I mentioned in a previous post, Phil has a certain kind of Easter-Bunny-for-Grown-Ups kind of magic. Something interesting was bound to happen.
We started off early Sunday morning. Granted, we began our weeding extravaganza with a trip to the gas station for supplies and some strong mimosas, but it progressed well.
Here we are with good intentions:
And good intentions we did have.
But by 10am, we were doing this:
And at noon, after a good two hours of dancing, we needed more supplies. For “weeding the yard.” So off we went…
So, already our day was turning out to be pretty awesome.
But it got better.
Phil made some calls.
By 3:30, we were doing this:
By about 5:00, we were here:
I have to admit, it’s not at all what I expected when Phil came to help me weed my yard, but then, I never do know what to expect when Phil comes to town.
I just know it’s gonna be good.