The most hide-chapping part of this whole “briefly live in the middle of a swiftly moving river” experience is this: Places that were unweeded suffered little loss of soil, if any. Places that had been weeded and fretted over? That’s where I lost soil. Large amounts of it.
I think this just proves that weeding is not only the worst part about gardening, but that weeds serve a useful purpose–they hold your soil in place.
In happier news, I have blooms on all the roses this year, even one on the shady rose. Here’s a gardening question for us all to ponder. How difficult would it be to move a rose of indeterminate age to a sunnier spot? And when should I do it?
Filed under: Gardening, Things I Hate
