Yardwork, how do I hate thee.

Let me count the ways. Now, I have more than a passing familiarity with yardwork. As an indentured servant, er, child, I was routinely pressed into service for some form of manual labor, aka yardwork. I weeded, I chopped and stacked, I cut grass and weedeated (which is a totally different activity from ‘weeding’), I planted, I dug, and, when I was done, I swept the driveway. I’m not entirely sure why, but, much like eating that last chip before you close the bag, I always had to sweep the driveway before calling it quits. So believe me when I say that there’s no activity that I like less and do more than yardwork. Now…