I\'ve been working (not very fast) for the past thirty years:
Building terraces out of stone;
Retaining walls and garden beds...
Some might think I have rocks in my head!
Plans are grand: Rome wasn\'t built in a day.
The third trench: It\'s like my own little Israel-
What can I say.
Battling weeds: both in and outside;
My patch is surrounded on all sides!
I don\'t use chemicals: might harm the dogs;
I refuse to at any rate: the battle is on...
Pulled all the Bindi on the eastern front:
Rounding up the stragglers: easier if not drunk.
That part is lawn: where the dogs do their do;
I just pull weeds: call in the other crew.
The third trench should be a paradise: a fertile eco system;
Outside the walls: is where I get resistant;
Too many species for me to count: (if I used my toes I might work it out).
My strategy is to sow the land:
Edibles only;
Well that\'s the plan...
Dealing with the weed\'s: out by the roots- sift out the seeds...
Sow in heirlooms: watch them breed...
Maybe it\'s not paradise but garden without weeds is certainly nice.