This is a tale, (or story, or whatever you prefer to call it) about me weeding my garden. Rather my mother's garden.
Weather: Very beautiful, despite it being extremely winding.
Garden size: Roughly 30x150, (It's very large)
We begin our story right after we have planted a rose, (not in the garden mind you) We start to put the water hose back when my mother says:
"We really need to clean up the garden"
The response from me and my sister,
"Why?"
"How long will it take?"