I think I'll use a new strategy this year. If it gets taller than three, maybe four inches, I hit it with Roundup™. Whatever doesn't get sprayed, I call grass.
As long as the deluge stays on that side of the Saint Lawrence . . . .
I'm planning to garden with a lot more round-up this year.
I have to sort out my concrete steps at the front of the house. They're built shitty, with risers all over the place. I know a guy who can do better. The bottom one is falling apart. At some point, the postal person will refuse to deliver my mail. So might Amazon.
Weed killer is my weapon of choice this time of year. The friggin wild mustard is going crazy. The goatheads show up later in the season the Rio Grande Plague Weed that comes along with the irrigation. That settles in the grass and I have to use a special formula for that one.
I can go out to the farm supply store and get a super-strong form of form of weed killer that comes in the five-gallon drum. It's the only thing I've found to be effective on the industrial-strength poison ivy that grows here.