I knew it would. In fact I predicted that I would be fighting that bush for the rest of my life. Also, according to that link I was supposed to have relocated several plants by now...and I did move a few irises a while back - but I have not relocated and/or disposed of the rest of them. So much for that feeling of accomplishment I was enjoying for a short moment.
I declared that this weekend would be a productive one. Immediately after uttering that statement, The Husband muttered, "God, I hate when she says that..." and then hid from me for the remainder of the weekend. I kid...or do I?
My thought was that this would be the perfect weekend to weed the beds - in hopes that would be the incentive I needed to finish relocating/discarding those other plants.
As you may recall, that back bed which housed the god-awful blackberry bush, is HUGE. So yesterday, I attacked the top half - which was relatively easy. And I am happy to report, I didn't see any trace of those morning glories, which I feared would make a reappearance this year. Mainly. all I had to deal with was milkweed and other random weeds.
Today, I spent about two hours tackling the bottom half - and to be honest, I'm STILL not done - but I had to give up and call Uncle. The blackberry bush had sent out many offshoots - all of which are connected to HUGE roots, which I was attempting to pull up of much of it as I could possibly manage. It is back-breaking work. I had hoped to attack all those offshoots today - but it just wasn't meant to be. Now, I'm going to have to talk myself into finishing the job next weekend somehow. Hopefully, Man-Child will be home next weekend (actually, he'd BETTER be home, I just realized that's Easter weekend!) and can convince him to use his muscles to pull on those roots. I should reap the benefits of his weight lifting, right?!
I would love to know whose bird-brained idea it was to plant that bush right smack in the middle of a garden bed? Anyone with an ounce of sense would have placed it at the wood line if they truly felt they had to have a blackberry bush.
In fact, if I could figure out whose bright idea it was, I would have half a mind to go find them and force them via a shovel to get out there and dig and dig and dig until all the roots are gone.
But even though I wasn't able to finish weeding that bed this weekend, I feel pretty good about this being a productive weekend. Although tomorrow, I won't be able to move.
Which is another reason to curse both that bush and the person who thought it would be a good idea to plant it.