dig dig dig dig dig

Have spent several happy, if monomaniacal, hours going another round with what passes for Brian's flower bed. Last year was spent getting to know the unfamiliar plants in it; this year will see the destruction of everything that is hateful in my sight. Of which there is a lot.

Tonight's specific campaign was against the rosebush, which you can see the base part that was planted and it still looks tolerably fine (or would with a bit of pruning), but the rootstock has gone all Third Reich and sought lebensraum in every direction. It is pernicious. And the gloves I had were insufficiently thornproof. But it's mostly eradicated, with only the main bush and one or two sturdier client-states next to it remaining.

Then we bought twelve bags of mulch, which barely fit in the car.