Before.
A few weeks ago, our ambitious vegetable garden was doing quite well. The beds were rich with natural fertilizer (from the horse farm next door), the young plants were put in the ground, and we set up irrigation. Knowing this was an "experimental" year, we went all out -- 15 different varieties of heirloom tomato, leeks, eggplant, zucchini, 3 kinds of beans, 3 kinds of peppers, radishes, beets, fennel -- I'm sure there are some that I'm forgetting.
But the weeds (aka, "plants out of place") took over almost immediately. It seems that they can easily navigate through 2 ft high coated steel rabbit fencing (half of which runs under ground), and 6 1/2 ft high plastic deer fencing. Don't know how I didn't see 'em coming.
After.
Two weekends' worth of hard, sweaty, blister-inducing work, of removing weeds, laying down landscape fabric around the beds, and keeping the bugs at bay, and our garden is rockin'. We're already starting to wonder what to do with all the zucchini.
Nature is just plain amazing.

