And stay smited!
So, we've lived in this house for four years. I am not a gardener/landscape person as anyone who has visited will find unsurprising. However, for the past four years, I have had a mission to kill the stupid weed bush (and it is -- or was -- a full bush) that intertwines with the pink rosebush in our front yard. The first year, I trimmed back everything I could find. It grew back. The next year, Blue helped to trim it all the way down to the base. It grew back. Last year, I just trimmed it back again. And it was back in full force right with the roses. It's *ugly*, which is bad enough, but worse, it ruined the appearance of our very pretty pink roses.
This afternoon, I trimmed it back as far as I could. Then Blue got out the damned electric saw and cut it to the ground. Then I sprayed the remaining bit of trunk with plant killer. Now that we've gone biblical on the thing, I hope it takes the hint. Just DIE! It was oddly satisfying. :)
This afternoon, I trimmed it back as far as I could. Then Blue got out the damned electric saw and cut it to the ground. Then I sprayed the remaining bit of trunk with plant killer. Now that we've gone biblical on the thing, I hope it takes the hint. Just DIE! It was oddly satisfying. :)