My overdoing, let me show you it

In spite of the aforementioned general debilitation, and that going to the store this morning nearly did me in, I was driven to go forth and try to make up some of the neglect our garden suffered this season. Weeded the beds by the front walk (which have almost no real plants left after the Dry Time), had a go at some strange vine-thing growing up through the front shrubbery, and got all the branches off the two Horrible Thorny Things some insane person planted along the fence. Why does anyone plant pyracantha? Ever? Our last house had some, too, which had scraped swaths of paint off the the siding it was against. The other Horrible Thing looks much like a rosebush, but has no flowers, and is annoying as fuck. There's a lot of that around these parts, too. And they both grow like gangbusters.

I haven't picked up the horrible thorny remnants, as I need better gloves. Last time I tried, the thorns went right through my heaviest pair. I will also need to gear myself up to get the stumps out, and won't that just be a treat?