Crabgrass is evil. It invaded my flower garden. I have never seen such an invasion. Yes, I was behind in my weeding – but this was ridiculous!
It grew on the pathways. It’s overtaken the flower beds. It springs up overnight. It is growing among the gravel in the driveway, along the rocks lining the beds. It grows everywhere.
There are more weeds. Nature provides great variety.
Weeds with big thorns. Vining weeds with little thorns. Weeds that gave me a rash all over my arms and made me itch all over (and no, it’s not poison ivy. Poison ivy doesn’t make me itch. This was something else.)
I managed to lean across my creeping juniper and gave myself a wicked juniper rash. I looked like someone had rolled me in mud, then rubbed red paint on my arms with some white dots in between. That was after Saturday’s weeding session and after the lovely rash broke out on my arms.
You don’t want to know what I looked like after Sunday’s epic battle continued.
I spent six hours weeding on Saturday, four hours weeding on Sunday, and two days later I am still so sore I can barely move. I dug up weeds. I pulled them out by hand. John used a pick axe on sections where they grew in such a mat I couldn’t make progress.
We are about halfway finished. Yesterday, torrential rains and thunderstorms all day kept us inside. Today dawned bright and clear but more thunderstorms are predicted.
Weeds, you are warned: your hours are numbered.
I took photos this morning to mark our progress. Enjoy!
I am working safely at my desk until tonight when I am back in the garden…weeding.
You give me motivation to keep my war with the weeds going and not just giving up and letting them win!