^Your backyard sounds like it's big. Ours is tiny and I still moaned about having to weed it.
Today Kayleigh and I went to a friend's place and met with 3 other people to get our characters established for a Fantasy Age role-playing game. Kayleigh's the GM so she doesn't have a character. I'm the only human in the group.
I also ate way too much pizza.
Not a big yard. Our lot is about 70 by 72 feet. It figures out roughly to .11 acres. The yard went to hell after PA died. Then when I'd decided I could take care of the lawn (last summer) I lent the lawnmower to someone and haven't gotten it back yet. The Quality of Life folks showed up last week and I've got to get the growth to under 8 inches or face monumental fines. Our across the street neighbor weed wacked the front yard after I pulled 11 trash bags of weeds that could get tangled in his weed wacker. (Hey, get your mind out the gutter.) Anyway, the back yard is worse. Friday and Saturday I filled 14 bags of creeping weeds. More to leave today and tomorrow.
YES, I AM A SLOB. BUT BETWEEN DEPRESSION, FEAR/INSECURITY, AN OBSESSION TO READ, MANAGING OUR LIVES AND YES, LAZINESS THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS.