Well, this year -- for the first time -- I am excelling at growing vegetables rather than weeds.
After years of arduous experimentation and work, I have finally mastered the art of managing a relatively weed-free garden.
Yes, the occasional weed does still sprout up here and there but I exterminate these rebellious intruders with extreme prejudice well before they foment an uprising culminating in a full-blown revolution and takeover.
I've learned that it's war all the time when it comes to weeds. There is no possibility of any mutually beneficial relationship. They do not negotiate and perpetually reject all notions of peaceful coexistence.
They respond to one thing and one thing only -- violence, primarily via the cold steel edge of a hoe or the sharp tips of a handheld weed puller. If that doesn't get them, then my bare hands inevitably do.
Gardening as peaceful and relaxing? Maybe, but only after the full-scale land invasion of your territory has been repelled.