May 26, 2008 Monday

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We have a "garden" (I use the term loosely), but the dominant feature are the weeds, thanks to our brown thumbness. It has become a mini wilderness area.

So I decided to try to make an appreciable difference. I spent hours pulling unwanted growth, but the weeds had such a foothold that many refused to be pulled. I finally resorted to cutting them (meaning they'll be back in a matter of weeks). After what seemed like half a day (actually half an hour), my back pain set in and my knees started hurting, but I persevered. I had large piles of extracted weeds along the length of the garden and appeared to be making significant progress. I hauled the piles back to the woods and dumped them. Then I returned to examine my progress. I couldn't see any difference. It was still a mess of wild growth. I was somewhat discouraged.

I was trying to remember the last attempt at weeding - it had been years. At least five. Then I remembered that last time I ended up with Poison Ivy. Suddenly I began to itch. Power of suggestion. I think.

I guess I'll know soon enough.