total convenience and flowers seven days milk:

Eh, weeding's only a bother if you really insist on having no weeds at all, and you define weed broadly to mean "everything I didn't plan on being there." I just pull out that which is likely to out-compete the plants I do intend to be there, and try to look at the whole exercise as a meditation - out in the sunshine (or the rain) contemplating the tenacity of the dandelion, the gentle strength of the blue coneflower, the cleverness of the false mustard, the shooting pains in my lower back ... And that is where the zen aspects of the whole enterprise have their limit point for me, alas.