I wage constant war upon the weeds, or rather, they wage war upon me. I tell myself that no matter what, I am going to devote such and such day to weeding . . . and then the peas need to be harvested . . . and the rose needs to be transplanted . . . and, well, you get the idea.
Strangely enough, even though autumn is one of the most hectic times of year, I am finally gaining some ground against the weeds. It is most likely a short-lived reprieve, however. Soon enough, they will rally their troops and press forward once again.
What do you do to win the battle against weeds? Or do you continuously lose ground against them like I do?