As it so happened, the weeding did constitute a trilogy. Joining me in the garden today were two FYS students and a Garden Club secretary, each of them partitioning their time between harvesting carrots and weeding with me. Upon introspection, I now realize I cannot separate the odium from each breath I use to say “weed.” So, in light of my service at the garden, I can safely conclude that weeds are the most invidious devices nature has beset us with.
