Last night, as we walked through the Big Tunnel, checking out the tomato blossoms and talking about whether to start the CSA in the first week of June, or wait a week, I absentmindedly plucked weeds from the lettuce.
Exiting the tunnel, I looked down at the weeds clenched in my fist. A single fistful of weeds. That’s it. A full row of lettuce, and thanks to the landscape fabric, only a measly clump of very determined grass and Lady’s Thumb managed to squeeze around some of the lettuces.
We’ve learned lessons about being careful with when and where we put fabric down (early spring in a tunnel is risky because of voles). But when fabric is successfully put to use, it’s life changing when it comes to weeds.
This is my third season dealing with a chest problem that’s most definitely irritated by vigorous weeding by hand or with a hoe. (I’ll write a post about this eventually.) To casually pluck a few weeds in less than a minute feels like a miracle.