Walking Iten's Aces: Spring Break Day Seven

Tired. Sore. Arthur is not happy with me. What a great day! Actually it started last night. And the evening and the morning were the seventh day at the Acres. Homesteader and I put the green chair to good use last night reveling in the thunderstorms and the moaning of the winds in the still bare treetops. Loved it. And then in daylight--warm enough to actually work, despite the wind. Put on the old Cardinal hat and went to work, by the sweat of my brow even--curse and pulling weeds united. Serenaded by the peepers, too. And saw Bonnie! A perfect day.
Of course, the morning walk came first. Just a couple new entries--a huge bouquet of golden yellow crocus and a small patch of white ones. The gold ones were in the front of the property; the white ones way in the back forty (feet, not acres, in case you were wondering). Walking the entire Acres is indeed a necessity--if you are into beauty. And the daffodils and hyacinth are really starting to come up--except in the wild area. But they may be coming up there as well; it's just that this winter's snowfall has really compressed the grasses. I'm sure they are under there, but it will just take a bit for them to show themselves. After all, they are up and about everywhere else.
Jobs accomplished: adjusted the scope on the tree rat eliminator--missed the last varmint. Ugh. Raked up some old walnuts. Cleaned off the front and back patios. Two beds--the spring bed and the blue bed are now completely ready for the flower parade. Not much going on in the blue bed yet, but the spring bed, once I "cleaned it out," is loaded--daffodils, grape hyacinth, regular hyacinth, crocus--coming up en masse--going to be gorgeous in a week or two. Late but not never! I also started to work on three other beds; it will take a while to get them completely ready, but I'm on my way. Last job of the day--cleaned out some brambles from under some trees and shrubs. I hate those things--the slinky of the weed world. They bend over and the top takes root and on they slink. It's an eternal battle--well, a lifelong battle.
Anyway, one real spring day to labor with my old hands was good for my old soul. The body will just have to endure. Get use to it Arthur. "No pain, no gain." Tomorrow looks like another cold day again--maybe even a touch of snow and sleet so I won't be doing much work. Thank you, Lord, for this one day! This spring break has been backwards. Six days shalt thou rest and on the seventh day labor. I'll take it!