Behold the enemy.
These are the weeds I should be digging. Just as the maple sprouts start to get scarce, the Black Swallow-wort pokes its evil head above the ground. That bit of hot weather over the weekend seems to have flushed them out, too. Thank goodness it’s cool and springlike again. Makes spending an afternoon sitting on the ground and digging and getting distracted by bees rather pleasant. It helps that I’m at the stage where the enemy has shown himself and he’s still small enough that I feel all energetic and optimistic that this year for sure, I’ll kill him.
Yeah, right.
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