Just like the thistles invading the back garden the weeds are taking over the drive.  In the past I would have whipped out the weedkiller and zapped them to death with poison.  However with two sniffy bassets and run off into the neighboring land I can’t bring myself to resort to a chemical solution.

So, to hand weeding it is.  Despite the blisters and sore knees it’s got to be done.

Looking at this picture you might think a quick tug will pull out this grass.  Pah, if only it were that simple.  These are weeds growing from hard clay soil through well compacted hardcore.  These weeds are the toughest of breeds and not going to come out with a quick tug.  It requires almost archaeological excavation.  Think Time Team and you’ll have the right idea.

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These blighters are everywhere especially around the beds and pathways to the house.

There is only so much weed blindness possible though – today I decided I really should set to.

OK – so they’ve spread to the beds too.  I need to confess.

It breaks my soul to see them invading the plants. No to mention the fact they are even harder to get rid of.

One bed, one wheelbarrow full of weeds.  That’s 4 beds still do do!

But no time for weeding this afternoon. The bassets and I had a walk date with our blogger friends Marrisa and Bethany.  They certainly lifted the spirits away from the drive gardening.

If only for a short while!  Tomorrow, more on the grass growing adventures here at Domestic Executive HQ!