This year, I've had a couple of spells of illness and have basically hired one of the neighborhood kids to cut my lawn. I always enter through my garage (garage door opener, driving into garage, closing garage, all done.)

It wasn't until a couple of weeks ago when I ordered pizza that I quite realized how bad the weeds and shrubs and foilage around my front door were. I went out to wait for the pizza guy and I sorta stared at everything not on the immediate front porch and it was a "Holy Sh*t" moment.

Now, I'm pretty sure none of this is poison ivy, oak, or anything else - just riotous weeds and stuff that's choking out what used to be carefully maintained azaleas, but I'm damn well going to wear some heavy work gloves, sweat headband, heavy jeans, and so forth before I tackle this job. (Not to mention at least *some* relief from this Gawdawful 95 degree/95% humidity weather.)