Early morning in the garden

There's something blissful about going out to the garden in your jammies.

Even more blissful is weeding said garden, in said jammies, in less time than it takes to brew coffee.

I saw the weed. It saw me. I walked over to it. It shuddered (ok, there was a breeze, but still).

With two fingers, I pulled the bastard out of the box. Root ball and all.

Weeding is done, dude.

Damn, I LOVE SFGardening.