Ms Doe left quite a mess by dropping every branch outside the trailer after she ate all the leaves off. The trailer was empty by morning.
Yesterday in need of mindless, stress relieving, hard labor, I attacked the place with our commercial Stihl weed whacker. After ten hours of whacking down chest high grass, blackberries, horse tail, thistles and a myriad of other weeds, I created a muddle to rival Ms Doe's. Outside the air is damp with coastal mist. I started early with the rake. Now that my coffee break is finished, I need to go out again to take advantage of the coolness for my arduous labor. The stress is not lessened, but I can ignore it while I toil and perhaps even work off some of the comfort food calories I have increased of late.
