I Really Am Insane

I spent a good five hours weeding out the steel rooted Clematis virginiana and remnant Elderberry and Blackberry on the slope below the scenic byway where shrubberies have been planted. When I was done nothing much worth keeping beyond a couple of ferns were left. I should've just sprayed the whole thing and saved myself the toil. I am beginning to question my dedication to hand weeding acres of wilderness.

I might as well go ahead and yank the New England Aster. They will just fall over when it is time to bloom, then set ample seed meaning I will just have more of them to weed out next year. At least the baby shrubberies are growing.

Five years later and I am still pulling trash off this slope. It is rather astounding how the Lush grabs hold of it and pulls it down into the soil given time. This isn't new trash. I pick up the fresh stuff almost as fast as it gets flung.

If I am gonna have weeds they will be the weeds I want. Granted the slope below the byway will be more about shrubs and texture than sunny flowers. Still, I can have better weeds there.

I am going to be needing those 36 more years the Gentlings took to get to their fine mountainside garden at this rate.