Today is not a one-bucket day. Waiting a full week to weed after the heat and rains of late July was maybe a mistake. I haul out the wheelbarrow and consider how I’m missing a date with friends and iced tea to tackle this. But the landscaper stops by tomorrow to check on my plants, and I aim to impress.
Sedges, he called them in his reply to the snapshots I sent. Tall grasses disguising themselves as the smaller grasses we paid to plant. I waited too long to pull them because I was deceived into thinking they were the real thing, or if not, they at least looked attractive. But how quickly they spread and now the landscape is all in a tangle.