Today I used the weed whacker for the second time this year. It had the blade on it so I took dead branches off, too. When it ran out of gas, I decided to take a break and have some water. My hand was shaking so much, I almost didn't manage to keep the water bottle at my mouth long enough to drink! But I tidied up the rose strip that runs parallel to the road and worked on my tire garden space. There is no way I can dig weeds out of those spaces, but the weed whacker is my friend. Maybe I should do it often enough to develop some muscles.