April 29, 2020
I tugged and pulled. Eventually the thick patch of weeds in the flower bed began to pull away from the fabric liner beneath. As I continued on my knees to pull, I was thankful the mass of unwanted growth was clinging to itself, locked together through a mass of intertwined roots and shoots. The tiny roots that had latched themselves to the weed barrier sounded like handfuls of gravel hitting a canvas tent as they were wrenched away from their foothold.
I folded the uprooted weed patc...