I am trying to muffle my giggles as my husband sleeps beside me. This is hysterical, David, and you sound a great deal like the guy snoring gently to my right. Major difference though, he would never mow a field or attempt to fix a tractor or lay stones for a walkway. He is a metropolitan man through and through, barely able to survive in our small city with terrible bus service, no subways, few city sidewalks, and a lack of restaurants that stay open past 11 pm.
You are a brave man, David. May you survive the heatwave and thrive on your lovely piece of paradise.
FYI, weeds are not always bad. I have a variety of tall ones with orange flowers that attract flocks of butterflies. They live quite nicely side-by-side with the purchased plants that look no livelier and attract fewer butterflies. In whatever way they are bad, I have yet to identify.