Gardening Will Save the World

I went to the garden yesterday evening with an urge to pull weeds. Weeding, especially in neglected areas completely taken over, can be such fulfilling work. Results are physical and immediate: you pull weeds out, and a patch of cleared soil remains, reclaimed for the good of gardening-kind.

In the mood to weed and see results -- seeing as how work has been all toil and not much to show for it lately -- I proceeded to weed the shit out of the garden.

At the far end of the garden, near the recently constructed compost bin, a swath of weeds had grown up, threatening the neighboring garden plot. These monstrosities had one hell of a root system, a combination of runners and deep-down roots. They were stubborn and guarded by icky bugs but no match for my gardening wrath.

Clearly people had attempted to fight the weeds before. I dug up evidence of previous gardeners, tokens and victims.

I have a theory that the root system went straight down to hell, providing a conduit for evil to enter our world. Call my Buffy the Weed Slayer: I slayed those weeds and closed the conduit. I expect Peace in the Middle East any day now.

I pulled, and raked, and dug. I sweated. I swore. And, after an hour, the hellish weed infested area looked like this:
Hallelujah!