Weeding Today

Wish all my weeds were as pretty as this.  My neighbour hates Rhododendrons and calls them weeds, but next to nettles, cow parsley and buttercups this ranks as one of the more controllable.

I don't mind this type of weeding which amounts to picking up the flowers when they fall and not in aching bones and backs.

It was very hard work. They had to stoop under branches and climb over branches, and they blundered through great masses of stuff like rhododendrons and tore their clothes and got their feet wet in the stream; and still there was no noise at all except the noises they where making themselves.
CS Lewis, Prince Caspian: The Return to Narnia.