Won the battle

 It is an annual spring ritual.  Everyone gets antsy to get at those (bleepety, blankety,) scotchbroom before they start making babies.As usual we never really get to it until the situation is desperate.  And as usual this Saturday we had so many things going on we didn't get to working outside until 5:00 pm.  I helped Keith tear the tractor apart to fix it, while the kids went with shovels blazing after the scotchbroom.  They made a war game out of it and attacked with a vengence.  It was a sunny day if a little windy.  After we had been out for about 45 minutes there was a great big long (about 2 minutes, literally) rumble that started at one end of the sky and slowly crossed to the other end.  It was a "this isn't target practice at Fort Lewis" sort of rumble.  Since we never get thunderstorms we knew that this was going to be a doosey.  But no one wanted to stop.  Keith and I joined the fray and we all worked in the pouring rain for another hour.  We ended up with a Mt Everest pile of dreaded weed and a pretty good sized clear space before cold and dripping hair drove us in.

 (Hey, I caught his eyes open more than once, yeah me, should freeze him more often)

While it is debatable whether we are winning the war,  I'm definitely calling the battle for us!!   Needless to say, we all had a cup of hot hot chocolate, a warm bath, and a hot water bottle in bed.  Sweet aching muscles.  Gotta love spring!!