Yardwork made hard

My parents came to visit this past weekend and help with yardwork.

Holy Moly! Despite being more than twice my age, they seem to have endless energy for these kinds of things. Peter and I were stopping for water and sitting breaks while they plowed away at the flower beds, deck, weeds and garden. At least I have the whole pregnancy excuse. Peter’s got nothin’.

It was brutal out there too – our first really hot weekend of the year, and I was feeling it. Either I’m just a big baby, or this tiny baby inside me is doing a number on my stamina. I like the latter reason better.

Thank you, parentals, for helping make our yard look nice!

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