Sign of Things to Come

This weekend was a massive kick-start for a brand new year of digging in the dirt. Went to a pruning workshop, talked seeds and stuff with Mom, learned about caring for citrus (the darned lemon tree), then on Sunday went on a yard-cleaning tear once I heard the whizzing of our neighbor's power yard tools (kind of like a Pavlovian effect, I guess). Cleared lots and lots of white clover, so we can see what we're dealing with. De-coupled the princess flower and the unidentified flowering vine that took it over (it was not a pretty sight). Almost started in on neatening the lemon tree--it's seriously leaning into the back fence. Straightened the Hawaiian fern that started to list after all the rain. Starting to envision plans for the backyard that balance containers/in the ground, edible/non-edible, cheap/indulgent, and keeping it all pretty and relatively easy to take care of for this still newbie gardener.

This makes me feel really really old. Did someone pull a Yuschenko on Anthony Michael Hall, or is that just bad lighting?