When we moved in to my parent's rental house last summer, I was aghast at the condition of the yard. Weeds were five feet tall, and everything was overgrown and looking so janky. I vowed then to always keep the gardens and flower beds looking tidy and beautiful.
In my defense, in Western Washington it gets dark at 4:30 pm from late October until mid-February so I leave the house and return in the dark. I don't get a chance to see the results of my lazy ways until the weekends which are always so busy getting ready for the next week that weeding drops to the bottom of my priority list.
A few weekends ago, I was washing dishes and looked out the window to see that my garlic bed was totally covered in weeds. Thinking they had totally smoothered the garlic that I planted last October, I was resolved to kick my own ass for letting that seed garlic be wasted.
If you accidentally pull up a garlic start, it smells like garlic and makes you yell "fuck". That's how you know.
After about an hour and some very very cold hands later, the bed was pretty clear, and I set my sights on the kale plants.
This area under the kitchen window is scheduled for a remodel in the next month or so.