They were at the end of the shrub border, and Noah pulled the last weed with a flourish.
"And there we are. Weed-free for probably a whole five minutes, if that long. There's few things geared for survival like weeds."
He rocked to his feet and dusted off his gloves before picking up his shovel. The pile of mulch would have to be spread over the newly weed-free soil--an easy enough job--and then they'd be done.
"What do you do for a living, when you're not picturing your daughter-in-law as a noxious weed and ripping her from the earth?" he asked, slanting a little smile in Kathy's direction.