Though the beauty is there, their existence is synonymous with disdain and grief. You pull ’em out, they grow back. You mulch over, they grow back. You forget about them and they go to seed, they grow back. The never ending battle with weeds.
Though the beauty is there, their existence is synonymous with disdain and grief. You pull ’em out, they grow back. You mulch over, they grow back. You forget about them and they go to seed, they grow back. The never ending battle with weeds.