My hands. My elbows. My knees. And of course, my back.
That's what two consecutive afternoons of flowerbed cleaning out, hardcore weeding, and planting will do to you when you're as old as I am. Jesus, people. The hot (and MUCH needed) shower I took along with the 4 Advil I popped immediately after the yardwork was done have done zilch to keep me from feeling like I got beaten with heavy chains. But damn if everything doesn't look better. I netted two 30 gallon leaf bags filled to capacity with just weeds. That's how nasty-looking my flowerbeds were.
I've still got some plant purchasing and planting to do before I'll feel comfortable enough to share photos with ya'll, but at least I'm getting there.