Only one patch was coming up thick with weeds.

I could see groundsel and chickweed, and others that I did not know.

We set to work with a will.

We used all our tools--spades, forks, hoes, and rakes--and Dora worked with the trowel, sitting down, because her foot was hurt.

We cleared the weedy patch beautifully, scraping off all the nasty weeds and leaving the nice clean brown dirt.
We worked as hard as ever we could.