Usually, a couple of hours outside on my hands and knees is all it takes to get the wheels of the mind careening toward a publishable, if highly editable, product. This week, it took ten minutes.
Ten minutes of repetitive grasping, pulling and tossing massive wads of reddening Japanese Stilt Grass (Microstegium vimineum) out of beds in a vain attempt to remove one twentieth of the seeds it was spilling. At the end of six hours I practically ran for the laptop, roughly pushing aside sustenance and a recreational beverage just so I could effectively distill the essence of my vitriol.
Perhaps you are as yet unaware of this monster. Five years ago I certainly was, but then I lived on the top of a hill in a sunnier situation. Microstegium loves the rich soil of a floodplain, is well adapted to partial and deep shade, and flourishes along the banks of streams and rivers. As such, it wants for nothing in my wooded stream valley.