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She was trimming her herb garden, busily pulling out all the weeds, removing the diseased or dying parts of otherwise viable plants.

Some varieties of herbs she’d planted were proliferating more than expected, stifling others.

That wouldn’t do.

“What’cha doin’ ?” asked her neighbor.

“Oh, right now, I’m just killing thyme.”

After the chlorophyll plague swept through the planet’s vegetation, the few remaining plants and trees became very rare and precious.

But I found a solution.  I build concrete gardens.  Wood, even dead wood, is scarce.  But the rocks needed for concrete are everywhere.

Really wish I had green paint, though.