I came, I saw, I dug

Blitzed garden work today. I eradicated two (different) Horrible Thorny Things (though I have to grub up the stump of one of them), severely cut back a rosebush that had gone even more berserk than Brian's, weeded furiously, trimmed ivy, transplanted tulips, got rid of the disintegrating pot full of larval yugh, and nagged Steve into bringing out the deck appurtances. Very tired, very sore, and rather scratched up; but pleased.

And I have LILACS! From my OWN YARD! In a vase on my table! This makes me excessively happy.

There's still a terrific amount left to do, mind. Much of which is going to require protective gear, because it involves getting elbow- and ankle-deep in evergreen shrubbery, and I want neither hives nor more scratches. But that's okay.