I'm struggling with depression. The yard is my usual spring/summer therapy. It, like my life, is in absolute disarray. My back hasn't allowed me to thrive. I like order. Clutter is my foe but I can't physically put some of the big things away. The stuff in the background, of course, and not the sun-worshiping dogs. We had hoped to get the deck sealed, as well as the front porch. Nope. Thanks, spine. And there were so many nights in need of a bonfire. Nope. Thanks, spine. I refused to allow that stone walkway and its crabgrass defeat me this year. Success! That's it. That's the whole post. It hurts to exist. Surgery soon. Sadly, I have far too many drafts to publish here. Sorry fam. This blog, like my yard, continues to be neglected. Thanks, spine.