Cool days. Warm days. The weeds love all kinds of weather and flourish in my yard. I cleaned the front yard early, but now all kinds of weeds have taken up residence here. In the back yard, I am pulling out by hand the little purple flowering stalks. Probably simply making room for other kinds of their brethren and sistren to occupy my grounds. I work by the hours to get rid of them, but I have covered only about two-thirds of the back yard. Again my mind is drawn to the similarities between weeds and weed people. I wrote an essay on weed people -- those who resemble weeds. For instance, once the first weed gets settled, he invites his chums to join him. "Come on in, guys, I got a good place here. This one is my fairy godmother. She will never get rid of me."
"Oh yeah!" I say. I curse the weeds in a blanket statement. They seem to thrive on the curse.
Right now, I pull them out and reduce the carpet of purple-stemmed wonders. All it takes is time and my otherwise strong back.
You say, "She's a fool!" But I enjoy seeing the grass starting to grow up in the dry winter thatch. And I like to see a clean expanse for the grass to green up in. And the yard shows up so much better my peonies and iris. They will be good this year, but I am letting the grass overtake the flowering plants in due course. It is time to make life easier on me and keep the yard looking good.
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