I actually enjoy weeding, but even I often don’t have the time or patience to devote hours to it. My solution: spend about 3-5 minutes weeding, every time I take the wee doggy out to pee. It’s easy to remember, I mean the weeds are their own visual cue…the whole crux of the situation is that they don’t go away on their own…so I take the pooch out, and while he finds a great spot on the lawn to burn with his urinary juices, I pull a handful or two of weeds.
I began my weeding career with my grandfather, in the summers, as a child…I pulled the weeds, and then, either we fed them to the sheep, or I would transplant the ones I liked to my own “weed garden” area, which I lined with rocks and pebbles and rusted trash bits that I found on the edges on my grandfathers yard (beds springs, gears, etc…).
Now, my Sonny benefits from my love affair with the weed…and so does the dog. And really, so does the grumpy neighbor. He has ME to THANK for the fact that our yard is weed free (though full credit for the actual garden goes to Sonny Rollins, master of the mulch, eradicator of overgrown “wildflowers”, and divider of unmanaged hostas).