Spring Cleaning!!! Oy, I started one project and now my enthusiasm is completely deflated. I began going through all the clothes in the boys closet, weeding out all the ones to give away, the ones too keep in case we ever have another man-child, etc. In the midst of my feelings of defeat I hear the front yard calling my name. “Weed me, weed me, Amy!” it calls. I wish I could just tell it to “Can it!”, but I think instead I’ll just have to bag it. Glad® black bag it.