Gripped hands pluck unwanted stems from the ground.
A hole rests where life once grew.
The landscape is dotted with misplaced plants.
They grow in and around existing foliage.
The labour seems endless,
but all that really exists is this one motion, this one pull, this one moment.
One weed down, 347 to go.
How true. Misplaced plants need to be shaped and thinned or pulled as much as weeds. I have a few plants that get larger than planned. I also have weeds you pulled them and think oh good they are gone. Then you are watering again and there are more weeds then last time and the process begins again. I say to myself as am planting more plants next year in hope that an over crowded plant garden will starve and struggle the weeds out.
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