Weed War

The weeds will win. I know it. Someday when I am gone or else too weary or old to care about it, the weeds will conquer. But not today. Today I went out to battle and pulled those suckers by the hundreds. We have had weeks of rain, and I have been out of town and at work. Excuses. The weeds love excuses. They have leaped from the earth, hell-bent on taking over all my garden paths. The main culprit is a thing growing up to two feet tall with minty looking leaves. I don't know the name of it. It is armed with small fuzzy balls along its stem. No doubt each fuzzy ball contains seeds for five thousand baby weeds.

The good news is that the ground was soft from all the rain, and the size of the weeds made them ready targets. It was easy pulling, and after a couple hours, I have garden paths again. There are lots more weeds out there, but I'm feeling pretty good. Say I pulled five hundred weeds today - I bet it was closer to a thousand, but I want to be conservative with my estimates. So, if it were only five hundred, and each one contained seeds for five thousand babies, that's two and one half million future weeds I have prevented.

That's not bad for one day in the garden.Moss path near the entrance to the woodland garden