I shouldn’t get too excited about the bees and the flowers. The Black Swallow-wort is sprouting too, like little green trumpets of war.
This is the first one I spotted just a couple days ago. It seemed pretty isolated, but now I’m seeing it everywhere. The annual assault of weeds is on, just as I’ve been expecting.
/Hefting trusty digger of weeds.
Bring it.
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