adventures in yard maintenance

It's been about six months since the hubbers and I moved into our first home. 

 

We bought a newly constructed home, so we've had to build our yard up from dirt, rocks (oh, so many rocks) and weeds. 

We decided to hydroseed our entire yard about a month ago, and yesterday the grass was finally due for it's first mowing. 

 

Before mowing, I grudgingly realized I would have to do something about the invading army of weeds that were threatening a complete occupation of our back lawn.

About two hours into this process of digging, pulling, cursing, yanking, sweating and having dirt fly into my face, I was only about a quarter of the way done with the back lawn. And I couldn't help myself. I thought: "I've made a huge mistake."  (10 bonus points for quote identification.)

But at the end of a VERY long afternoon, where I gave entirely too much thought to how clever these little weeds are (with their tricky root systems, and attempts to disguise themselves as unusually long strands of grass) I was very pleased with the outcome. Except for the lower back pain.

{ ouchers. }