The following analogy is meant to amuse, not offend. If offense is taken by any readers, I apologize in advance. I will try to be as politically correct as possible.
Now that everyone is hooked - here I go. (It's probably not as exciting as you imagined.)
My yard is like an extremely overweight individual who has begun a diet - even after shedding only a few pounds, you can already see a difference.
After extracting not only oodles of weeds, but also 3 dying bushes* I am beginning to see a glimmer of hope that one day I will have a pretty little garden and not something Rudyard Kipling would admire. I still have miles to go before I sleep (Robert Frost allusion- I'm in a literary mood, I guess), but every day it gets better. I'm even, dare I say it, enjoying myself out there.
*Special shout-out and big thank you to my yard boy for the day, Dan. I had nothing to do with the bushes other than saying, "These are the ones, take care of 'em!". I'm also very happy there wasn't a snake living underneath the porch, though hearing him "scream like a girl" would have been priceless.
Off to Swiffer the tile now, since the pink tims tracked in all kinds of dirt. (As long as there are no scary beetles, we're cool!)
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