No matter how thoroughly you work to denude an area of weeds, little weeds find the freshly softened soil too much to resist, and they pop up new sprouts immediately. I mean, while you're still sitting there, digging out the bigger weeds. You know it's true. Rip up a whole section of flowerbed-choking nuisance plants, and think you're done. You're never done.
So guess what I spent hours doing today? Yes, banging my head into a brick wall. Over and over. Pull weeds. Scoot. Pull more weeds. Scoot. Look back. Lean over and pull weeds that appeared in the last three minutes. At least I'm getting to the point where I can mostly accept compliments on the flowers from people who walk past with their dogs now. I finally feel like we are making enough headway on the stuff we don't want there that the stuff we intentionally planted looks pretty.
Like two months ago we bought a shade garden pack from Costco, but it never got planted. I didn't know the man had turned over responsibility for that task to me until today. I planted as much as I could, and I have to hope it is all still alive. I put in 5 astilbe, 3 bleeding heart, and 2 of 4 ferns. I ran out of oomph at that point. I spent the rest of my outside time just admiring the brunnera, this year's favorite delicate flower. I want more of it, all over the place, but I haven't yet come across it in stores. I'll keep looking.
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