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Saturday Morning Garden Blog!
Allow me to begin today's blog with a confession: I'm behind in my weeding. Have i ever mentioned my gift for understatement? When i tell you i've fallen behind, i mean there are weeds on the side of my house that i whimsically refer to as "knee ticklers" because that's how tall they are.
Was George Carlin on to something? Should i reframe my thinking about the ubiquitous "weed" and reconsider its value in my garden? Or should i continue the struggle? Smother them under bricks. Burn them with a torch. Attempt to pluck them one by one, often loosing the tug-of-war with an especially deep network of roots and ending up with nothing but a fist full of foliage, scraped-up fingers and a defeated spirit. Until i decide to either embrace or eschew the ever-present weed, i must accept that they're a fact of life in my garden. Shall we turn a blind eye to this horticultural cellulite and have a look around at what's blooming?
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