A friend called while I was in the back garden swearing at a thorny, recalcitrant wild strawberry vine that was growing over some of our “real” plants. He asked what I was up to. I responded, “We’re out in the garden finding all sorts of mystery weeds to uproot.”
There was a pause, and he responded dubiously, “Well, I guess that sounds like a good thing to do on a Saturday.”
I thought about it after I got off the phone with him. It’s not so much the uprooting weeds, it’s the results afterwards.
Which is rather the point of a lot of things, I think.