Take 2 of weeding was not particularly successful. James replaced the dead saplings, but due to his goat milking duty, by the time he finished replanting, it was too hot for Q to stand it. He just cried while I attempted to weed. It was time to call it quits.
Dad did go out (God bless him) and weeded an entire row. Just one row consumed nearly an hour of his time.
We will conquer the grass, so we will be back bright and early Monday morning.
Until next time, remember: This is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch. (If it were paradise, this wouldn't be the current state of James' shovel.)