One of my self-appointed tasks for this week has been to take better care of the yards. Weeds were starting a coup and it was time for me to put a stop to it. I mean really! Just who do they think they are? A bad radio song that won't go away?? I'd been ignoring them for a while, thinking that maybe they'd take the party elsewhere; instead, they grew stronger and multiplied. If I hadn't done something soon, I would have had to fear for my own safety, not to mention small pets that happen to be wandering nearby (I'd include el Gato in that but she's not exactly small.)
So, I got the implements of their doom out, namely garden gloves and the weed picker, and started pulling and yanking and tearing and ripping those suckers out! Oh, did they put up a fight. A few times, I had both feel firmly planted and was using both hands to pull and still they weren't budging!! If they had let go suddenly, I would have fallen back on my butt!
I can't believe how deep those roots go. Some of the teeniest weeds have roots that go down a good 6-7 inches into the ground. What the hell?? How do they do this? Is it some sort of weed conspiracy? That they send the roots down first and then start sprouting above ground? Sneaky little bastards. Of course, it could be my own fault since I have been carelessly ignoring them for the past few months (lalala, I don't see you weeds!!) How silly of me to think that they'd just go away on their own.
It was a long battle. We went back and forth, took breathers then started again. El Gato was watching my back, coming to check in and warning me of any surreptitious attack, and giving me words of encouragement (meow.) Once it was over, only a few stragglers remained, heads down, admitting defeat. They know what's coming. As for me, I headed back inside and lay there hurting. It was a hard fight.