My time slot

Today we had bagels and cream cheese at the bakery. After much back and forth in my mind for a few hours this morning, I finally gave myself permission to have a cup of coffee with breakfast (what I really wanted was an ice cold draft beer in a frozen schooner mug, even at 7:30 am) and it turned out I wasn't really interested in drinking it. Damn.

After running a few errands with Charlie, I was able to cash in on the promised yard work time slot.

He set up my spot....

Front and center for good viewing

...put on his $5 straw hat from Walgreens (lots of compliments from the cashier when he purchased it) and I gave him instructions. First was to tame the wisteria on the arbor trellises.

He followed instructions very well and really cut back the wisteria and flowering maple and a bit of the ginger. He went after the passion vine that was growing in the fig tree, sweet olive, and irises.

Attack of the passion vine

The cosmos got yanked as they'd had enough in the heat and he did a bit of weeding. He assures me he'll do a bit each day when he's out and about in the yard with the pooches. Somehow crab grass has made it's way into the beds.

See the bead of sweat on the tip of his nose???

Unfortunately, my time slot got cut short by one of those afternoon thunderstorms we have each day, but overall things are looking much better out there.

Hoping to be out there working with him soon, but in the mean time, I'll feel better looking out the kitchen window.