Yesterday I went out to do some weeding in a thicket of black nightshade that has sprung up down by the barn. There I was, toiling away pulling out plant after plant, when it suddenly occurred to me that instead of weeding I could call this harvesting. Funny how just that one word change transformed my feelings about the task.
Thank goodness the farmlet has oodles more weedy biomass for me to harvest? How very fortunate.
How do you approach weeding? With loathing or joy? Or possibly just a few sharp implements.