On our long walks throughout town, we sometimes stop by our old house. It's always to check on it, make sure the windows are closed and the doors are locked. RT notes if the lawn needs a trim and I notice the weeds.
The problem with picking weeds is I can't just stop at one. I pick multiple. Sometimes I have to be told to stop.
As we were leaving the property after one of our walks, I was clutching a bundle of weeds. RT said, "Some people pick wildflowers, my wife picks weeds."
*This was before our house sold
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