For the last few weeks, I've known my garden was overrun with weeds. I'm sure it had been steadily getting worse, I must have seen it before then, but I had largely been keeping it from my mind. Sometime during the fall, the last stalks of the mustard greens had dried up with their rattling seed pods intact and I had managed to lie to myself till nearly the end of winter about my plans to harvest the seeds. In the meantime, everything I had planted was lost under the tall grasses.
Pulling weeds
Pulling weeds
Pulling weeds
For the last few weeks, I've known my garden was overrun with weeds. I'm sure it had been steadily getting worse, I must have seen it before then, but I had largely been keeping it from my mind. Sometime during the fall, the last stalks of the mustard greens had dried up with their rattling seed pods intact and I had managed to lie to myself till nearly the end of winter about my plans to harvest the seeds. In the meantime, everything I had planted was lost under the tall grasses.