I continued to bulldoze my way around the garden, clearing and liberating.  Bulldoze is a slight exaggeration, although for some jobs a bulldozer or front loader would really come in handy.  But it’s just me, so I have to take it easy.

I’m discovering all kinds of spring ephemerals under there.  It’s like my mini-MOBOT.  Some hardscaping is happening, too.  Nothing is safe from The Gardenista.

If you were to lie down in front of me to stop me, I’d just design a new brick-lined path around you and keep going.  Maybe plant some flowers on you.  Perhaps the bulldozer metaphor is relevant, after all.