So as it turns out, when spring has summed up to be an amazing 3 days thus far, I waited too long to start the weeding of the garden process.  There are weeds out there bigger than small children, an army of angry green spiky soldiers who have staked their ground.  Battle against this fortified enemy is rough and tough and hard on the back.  The vines that seemingly have no beginning nor end have crawled out of nowhere and have taken over the garden like urban sprawl.

Next year, weeding starts in winter.