The Case of the Red Sorrel

It moved into the garden stealthily, seemingly in the middle of the night, but in reality over several months. Disguising itself as a flowering plant, the weed looked harmless enough — it even looked like a plant I could have put in the garden last summer.

But it wasn't. No. It wasn't.

It was a cold-blooded, silent killer.

Of sheep.

(Note: Many thanks to all the readers who chimed in to provide solid evidence of the Red Sorrel's murderous ways.) 

It's a good thing there are no sheep here; no lives were lost. 

But, as it was, I still had to get rid of this terrible killer. It was all. over. the place. I originally thought it was just in the rock garden, but as I started weeding, I began looking around the yard. And the more I looked, the more I saw. Red Sorrel was everywhere. Little sprigs of it all over the yard. Wherever there is crap soil, there it is. And, apparently, my yard has lots of craptastic soil!

But, don't worry, it took some time, and the rock garden has been spared. The neighborhood sheep — if we have any — are now safe. 

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