When we moved in, there was a “feature” at the bottom of the garden we called Weed Mountain. It was this big weed-covered mound of dirt. It supplied the whole neighbourhood with their share of dandelions, thistles, lamb’s quarters, pigweed and even more exciting weeds. The summer we moved in, we found a thistle that had grown taller than my mother – no joke.
We tried several times to move it but it was too much for us. We ended up hiring a guy to come and dig it up and take the dirt away.
Unfortunately, we weren’t able to complete the project that year, so the weeds just grew back. That’s OK, it all turns out well in the end. 😉