Getting rid of goutweed my spring project

I was looking at my calendar of events that I look forward to.
Last year, I made my first trip to the cabin on April 15. It was the earliest I have ever ventured there.
Another year it was this coming weekend.
As I’ve discovered, the annual spring lawn raking, the first trip to the cabin, and the planting of perennials can vary as much as a month. Spring, alas, is so unpredictable.
Normally by the last weekend in April, my yard is fully raked and all the debris and branches that have dropped in the yard are picked up.
I’m not so sure this will all happen by the end of April this year. Winter seems slow to end, as everyone is agreeing with.
Winter played a cruel trick across Canada last weekend—and Mother Nature clearly has told us she is going to make us wait for the summer boating and cabin season.
In the district, there is a legend that winter will end after the fourth snowfall following the return of the seagulls. Last weekend’s snowfall, if the legend is correct, marks the end of winter.
When the snow was piling up through December and January, we all were complaining about how much water we would be facing in the spring and that the lakes would be high.
With the slow melt and run-off, more water has been filling up the water table. That has been good for the district.
As I walked around my yard yesterday, the tulips were up and one bunch already had a flower bud on it.
The day lilies that make up most of my flower garden, meanwhile, had pushed their way into the snow and early last week were starting to shoot upwards.
Yesterday, the yellow green colour that announces their coming looked shockingly pale. They, too, can’t fathom the cruel joke Mother Nature has played.
The maple trees that were getting ready to burst into leaf around my yard a year ago still lie dormant waiting for warmer weather to arrive. Any green grass that was visible last week seems to have slipped back into tawny brown.
The only plants that seem to be thriving are the weeds I’m trying to eliminate.
When goutweed first started appearing along my hedge line, I thought it was wonderful. Over the next decade, though, it managed to choke out some flowering shrubs.
And in the past few years, it has tried to invade my lawn. It is no longer welcome.
I had hoped that mowing the goutweed last year would cause it to perish. Not so. The leaves are growing and the seed that I threw down last fall does not appear ready to sprout.
Trying to dig the goutweed out and removing all the roots has been a futile exercise.
I’m told the solution to my problem involves putting wet layers of newspaper down over top the goutweed and then covering it with topsoil.
I hope this works for me. It is my project for the spring.

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