Anyone stopping by my house recently surely realized right away they were in a weed wonderland. As in, “I wonder why she hasn’t weeded this mess?”
I hate weeds as much as the next person, and try to avoid it as much as possible by laying down mulch in the spring. During May and June I’m pretty good about keeping up with the stragglers that poke through an opening in the mulch, or the ones that like to pop up next to the rock wall around my herb garden or between the cracks in the walkway. But when the heat and humidity of July and August roll in, I’m done for. I can’t function in it. I mean, I can’t even think. So, here I am in early August, surrounded by weeds, which are hiding the vegetables in my garden.
The good thing about August is, occasionally the beastly heat is broken by a brief cold front. Such was the case this morning, so I donned my weeding gear and mounted an assault on weeds that lasted about an hour and a half. I cleared out the weeds in my herb garden, and made a respectable dent in the tall weeds at the back of the vegetable garden. Just one more cold front, and I’ll be able to invite company over.
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