It rained last night.  The ground is wet.  The sky is dark blue to the south; storm clouds looking wicked.  I look to the north.  The sky is a lighter blue with fluffy clouds dotted across it.  The breeze is soft, then strong.  The sun is warm on my arms, back and legs.  I start in on one end.  I grab hold of a weed and pull.  With each pull I hear, “schlep…..schlep…  The sound is of weeds resisting their removal.  I keep pulling.  “Schlep…schlep.  I check the sky occasionally.  Schlep….schlep.  Ah, finally I have a weed free garden.