Decrepit, I tell ya

I got up super-early on Sunday (like, 6:30) to get out and do some gardening before the heat of the day. This was a wise choice because what I was doing was laying black plastic over the worst of the bermuda grass areas. The idea is to cover the soil with black plastic (some say clear) in the hottest part of the year and let the sun cook the damn weeds out. It's called "solarization." Now, bermuda grass is an evil, nasty weed with roots that go down several inches, if not feet. But this IS Texas. It will be 90 degrees plus for the next two months, and I have hopes that the sun will do it's worst on these blighted patches. Because, if it doesn't, I may have to hire some guys to come dig out all that grass and I really can't afford it, but I don't want to fight bermuda coming up in all of my veggie and flower beds. It crawls through cardboard and several inches of mulch to reach sunlight. I tell you, it's Bamboo, Pt. 2! Now, the other outcome of all this early morning activity was the sorest hamstrings and calves known to woman. All that crouching to spread out the plastic, hauling and tossing around rocks and bricks to hold down the edges... yeeouch! I still hurt, 2 mornings later! Decrepitude, here I come.