"I found Mordor ..."

... quoth hubby as he located the ur-root of the false bamboo that has been sprouting up all around (and through and out of) our deck for a decade.  (He dismantled the step from the dining room to get to it ...)  Personally, I think he's being optimistic and all he got was a piece of the White Tower ...  But man, it was a lot of work pulling that shit out.  Mama Bamboo and a thousand babies.  My back is killing me.

The neighbours took down the old fence and this weekend was the sweet spot before the new one goes up, so we had unique access -- minus the bit where the post holes have been dug, so it was a bit like mining an asteroid, craters and all, and mind your step, dear.  We doused any remaining shreds of possible false bamboo root with our precious single leftover litre of Round Up.  (The stuff is now illegal in Ontario; we Canadians are a polite people, and apparently don't believe in something that is Effective At Killing Things.)  I can only hope that hubby followed instructions and did NOT allow it to get near the good shrubbery....

A thing I learned:  don't wear a woolly sweater when weeding.  I must have picked a trillion seeds out of mine.

Oh, kidlet is sick and I have to get up at 4 am to catch the 6:30 flight to New York.  My life is pure bliss.