Why is it that three day weekends are never long enough?

I finished three books this weekend, yet still I wish I had another day off. Probably because I did nothing to the garden this weekend, and with temps already in the 80s, it’s going to be hot when I do get to it.

Of course the nice thing about having an established garden is that I’ve plenty of perennials to come up on their own, and the soil has been worked enough to make things easy on me, so it’s not difficult to weed, just time consuming.

Perhaps one evening this week I’ll work in the garden, but since I have fresh rhubarb and need to make something with it–probably not.