So the storms did throw a pause into our yard work, not for being too light-weight wussy crappy pants to work in the rain, but because the next chunk of work required electricity. I like being alive.

With reciprocating saw in hand, I climbed on down to our ever retreating jungle.

Behold, the first victim:

And the second:

My solar radio was servin’ up some Go Country 105.

I pulled up another 600 cubic feet of Johnson grass and added it to the pile.

A pile of broken concrete. Yay!

Poor Chico the dog.

Some of the day’s trash finds:

Assorted debris that I chucked upstairs throughout the day:

Another beautiful sunset.

More trash parading your way later today :)