I started out this morning by picking up the dog poop and starting laundry and working on the Master Gardeners Newsletter for October. I saw the time getting away from me so put everything down, went and got my hand shovel, clippers, my sitting palette and my container for the weeds. I started at the bottom of the drive in the side area under the Pin Oaks. Lot's of unwanted things growing. Noticed two of the transplanted Heuchera (Coral Bells) had died. Pulled out dandelions and other weeds that I have no clue what they are just know they weren't put there by me. Worked up to the top, then sat on my palette and started in with all the violets, dandelions, crabgrass and a new one I learned at a Master Gardeners Field Day on Saturday. Sericea Lespedeza. I guess the Conservation person said the name enough because not only could I say it, I knew what it looked like. I was doing real well with the weeding but then, as normal, got sidetracked working on taking out the zoysi
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