Ralph declared war on the red root weed this summer. I told him good luck. In May I named crab grass as the enemy and set about digging out every offending blade. Then the clover spread like a plague and I now have lawn that looks like a map of the earth. I picked 273 red root last week and only about 34 on Saturday because we arrived late and had to leave early. Tired of picking weeds, I found the tomato harvest more rewarding. My daughter and her friend enjoyed windfall crab apples, but helped a bit too. Lettuce is coming up in my own garden (I set out yeast bait tonight to ward off snails). We'll see how that goes.
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