of weeding and water...

Mornings are the best time to weed......the sun isn't high yet.  Sometimes I'll get lucky and there will be a small sprinkle to keep me from getting too hot mid morning.

I put on my hat and gloves and grab my stool....off I go, to visit with my little toady friends.

picking and pulling my way through the beds....sometimes I strip something.  

That lemon thyme on the left?  Yep, I hated to do it but pulled out a third of it.  There was a dead woody spot smack in the middle that just had to go.  No worries, it still looks and smells lovely....especially when stepped on.  

Sometimes I have to push things aside and pull from waaaay underneath....and sometimes, I have to cut around King Toad so he can be visible again.

With the lovely weather comes the torpedo grass.  NOTHING can stop it.  It shoots straight up through 2 layers of weed liner like butter.  I pulled a piece that was shimming up the edge of the fence...it was 4 feet long.
The best defense (in my humble opinion) is to plant close together and choke it out.  Like this Hawthorne where Benjamin lives.  
He happily holds a bit of water for the lizards and butterflies that visit....

The birdbath accommodates the birds....entire families convene.  Loudly fussing at me as I weed, disturbing their bath time.

even the mailbox needed a bit of weeding...

after three days and 3 hours each, success....

I'd like to say I hate weeding.  But I don't.  I hate getting started  but once the first day is behind me, I look forward to the time alone, just picking and pulling and thinking my way through the morning.  The front and side are done, tomorrow I start on the back....