Last week I sawed down all of the fenceline burdock on the south wall of the North Pasture and the fenceline behind the barn. Hay man scheduled delivery on Sunday, with rain predicted, then cancelled. I asked my two guys (who can walk to my house) to come early to prep the barn's loft, so I also had them move these RR ties into my training area, then we visited and talked "guns" for 2 hours on the porch while it poured. They moved 7 bales of hay ad 13 bales of straw to a stall to make room. HOPEfully I will get 150 bales hay and 50 bales straw this Saturday.
This morning I mowed in the front yard before the rain and laid down cardboard next to the sidewalk west of the steps. I was getting tired of looking at my blue salva through crabgrass. I dumped a load of swept up straw on top.
I had room in the tilled up bed between my faux herb garden and the now-looking-very-much-like-a-strawberry-bed bed, I added an orphan pepper plant and a lone cabbage struggling to stay alive in a container in my kitchen window. Plus I moved a small tomato that wasn't growing and replaced it with another volunteer in my flower bed.
I am doing business in my office upstairs until the rain breaks, then back to hand pulling weeds.