I recently had the fanciful idea of creating a new flower border on the lawn by the fence. After much digging and cutting away of the tangled mass of roots just under the turf, I struck this great hunk of root ball.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is!
William Shakespeare: “Hamlet”