The wrong kind of weed.

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Now that we had my longed for pallet of stones, it was time to attack the garden of weeden .

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Since the damage to my knee, I try to avoid anything that has to be done in a crouched or kneeling position but I’d put this off for two years and if pain was the price I had to pay for a new perennial bed? So be it.

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An hour and a half in, I was sore.

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Two and a half hours in I was popping Tylenol and Motrin like Jelly Bellies.

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At the end of the day my knee was creaking like the front door of a haunted house, but it was done. A 10 x 20 patch of virgin soil, ready for a stone border and planting.

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20 thoughts on “The wrong kind of weed.”

      1. Mari-mend in an ointment, a derply-penetrating ointment in even very small amounts. It goes directly to the source of the psin. Just wanting your life to be easier. Up to you if you try it.

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