It has been said that in the spring time a young man’s thoughts turn to love. Well, an old man’s thoughts turn to weeds. Weeds, weeds, weeds. They are everywhere. When you add in the tree pollens and all the other things that are out to kill me, weeds are the final blow. Don’t believe me, just hop on the riding mower and take a few deep breaths. And, I have tried wearing a mask. The little pollens get around it.
As usual I try to start early and control the weeds. And, I expect the same result this time. More weeds. However, this time I mixed up my own concoction. It’s simple, just go to the big box store and get one of everything on the shelf for killing weeds and mix them all together. Use water only if there is any room left in the pump up sprayer.
On second thought, don’t use water, just add some more of something.
PMO
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