I had to rip out and re-do my largest garden bed this year. Twice. I have spent the last few seasons sparsely planting, but with classes ending early this year I went a little nuts on the seeds yet again. I pay my biggest boys in cold hard cash to till the soil each year. They upheld their end of the bargain, but I waited too long and before any seeds were underground, all that fresh soil was smothered in weeds. I tilled the soil again myself, and thoroughly planted a whole mess of hope-filled seeds! When the starts came up, the weeds came up too, and in my gardenless years I had forgotten the distinguishing details of my hoped-for plants. I couldn't pull the weeds around those fresh little starts because I couldn't tell the difference between the good seed and the bad. I almost over-spiritualized and let the ground lay fallow, but boy- lazy, hands-off gardening does not need to be followed by an unsanctioned, empty fallow! I left the garden to grow a littl