Grandpa’s Weed Trick That Still Works Like a Charm (And Only Takes 10 Minutes)
I grew up thinking my grandpa was some kind of garden wizard. He’d walk out in his overalls with his old watering can, whistle a tune, and somehow everything—from roses to radishes—just thrived under his watch. But you know what he didn’t tolerate? Weeds.Not a single one. “Those suckers’ll steal your garden’s soul,” he used to mutter while squinting down at a patch of dandelions, hands on his hips. He wasn’t wrong. Weeds sneak in, drink all the water, hog the sun, and make your hard work look like you’ve never picked up a rake in your life. But Grandpa …










