Weed wacking

So my DH and I have been sadly neglecting our garden. And hence, we pretty much have a thriving weed farm in the backyard. Some of these weeds had completely flourished on their own and have grown taller than me! I'm not THAT short but when a weed actually towers over you, you know you've gotta break out the trowel and start uprooting.

Took advantage of the we-pay-your-taxes sales at the local hardware store and bought proper wedding supplies, including rose-handling gloves pour moi. They are puncture-proof. hehehhee. :p I love pulling out tap roots, ever since I helped my parents weed the lawn. It's somehow a thrill to see the pasty white crusty root come out and you think "Yeah! I got another one!"

Ok, our weeds are different. Their tap roots are so freaking deep in the ground. I labored away at one and after digging about a hole six inches deep around it, I still couldn't get to the end of that root.

At least the afternoon of weeding produced some positive results: the tall weeds have been wacked and garbage collected, stronger arms for me. yeah! :)