You know the saying -- a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips?
Is there a similar saying for when you don't get the weeding done and all the evil ones start to make fruit and set seed?
Because I should be reciting it right about now. As you can see.
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Blame it on all the rain providing the perfect conditions for weeds to thrive and reducing the possibilities for getting outside to get rid of them. That, and work. Or a surfeit of good books to read or good friends to meet ... there are plenty of reasonable excuses for weeds, and you should feel totally free to use whichever one best suits your purposes.
I hate those things.
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