Yea for no HOA!

If we had a neighborhood home owners' association, we would have long ago gotten a notice and/or fee. Yard work simply isn't our thing. Mark doesn't enjoy mowing. I'm not what you would call a "get your hands dirty" kind of gal. I can barely get one little house plant to grow, much less a whole garden or flowerbed. However, our bushes for the past 2 months have been absolutely horrendous. I wish we could blame it on the previous owners, but this is all our doing.

Dad, before you read the next part of this blog, promise me you won't have a heart attack!

This morning, I voluntarily told Mark that I would work on our front yard bush situation. I don't think I have ever voluntarily done yard work in my entire life, unless you count volunteering to ride on the riding lawnmower, which I don't think actually counts. So, while Mark was edging and mowing, I spend my morning crawling on my hands and knees pulling weeds and then running the electric hedge clippers/trimmers. Thank you to Mark for helping me rake and finish that one last hedge I just didn't have the energy for! Now, I know my front yard hasn't miraculously transformed into something amazing, but at least we aren't "those" neighbors anymore!

The before pictures (please don't judge me!)

The after pictures

Now if only we could get our grass to grow . . .