Heron Lake Plateau i love the smell of gasoline, i light the match to taste the heat

The recent rains had treated her garden well, and it was thriving.  Unfortunately, that also meant that the weeds that had found their way into the garden were also thriving.  It was thus far one of the hottest days of the year and she could feel it as it beat on her back.  She panted heavily, digging up where she needed to, and otherwise gripped the weeds at the base and tried to pry them from the ground.

Wow!  This fucking sucks!  Why can't things stay nice and pristine all the time!