En route to the farm, I drive (literally) through the of the Field of the Lost Shoes where a battle took place in 1864.
My garden is the Shenandoah Valley in the dramatized day dream resulting from the long drive.
The weeds are Sigel’s army moving in to disrupt agricultural production.
Intensive mowing efforts at the end of last year pushed Moor’s weed brigade back. Offensive efforts were subsequently launched and repulsed by both sides.
Now I am deploying my untested reserves in the form of vinegar herbicide to march through the mucky orchard and will be reinforcing them with a supply line of buckwheat and clover.