Murder your weeds or kill them? Murder is a direct attempt to kill due to a calculated plan. Murder will take a life on purpose. Killed just happens. You could run over the plants with your car and kill them accidentally. Which style do you use in your garden?
Right now I’m prepared to be a murderer. I am going to rid this bed of those weeds on purpose. I have a plan and I’m going to carry it out. I’m going to physically put an end to their lives. They will get hurt and it is not going to be pretty. Several lives will be lost. I will be accused of murder and not some accidental killing.
How did it get like this? Immature Manure is what happened to this bed. Spring of 2008 we moved in our new home. Being the well seasoned gardener , I wanted my beds to be properly amended. I handled the landscaping details much to the distress of my builder. He wanted to lay seed and let it bake. He wanted to stick a few plants in the hard ground so I could watch them die.
I have a lot of beds. I talked with my builder’s so called landscaper. He was such a nice guy. He had horses and we planned together a nice load or two delivered and tilled in the beds. I made sure he knew it needed to be well over a year old. No problem he said and all was well.
I wasn’t told the landscapers were at my new home working. I’m pretty sure that was an intentional move on their part. My neighbor would relay to me how the tiller skimmed across the top of the soil and the steam was still rising off the aromatic manure. Some of it was still attached to the horses butt. That last part might have been said in my current state of anger. Nobody actually said a horse was in my flower beds but there was plenty of evidence to assume one had.
About a month later much to my horror and felt deep in my pockets grew a nice crop of weeds. They were merrily assisted by the leaf mulch MrD and I worked in the soil at the same time the expensive seeds were sowed. Growing with the pretty little seedlings were chickweed, bind weed, wild geranium, grasses, the kitchen sink, someone’s prescription medications, and a host of other non-flower garden items. They were all growing profusely with the newly grown seeds. I was at a murderous state back then but had to keep calm and sort things out.
MrD and I worked on the front beds and salvaged what we could. We pulled weeds for months. I was building steam and laying a plan of attack for such a moment as now. Now I am going to yank while the yanking is productive. I’m working new leaf mulch in to this area. As I go—so goes the weeds. Good riddance and fare the badly.