***** Dude! We just had an earthquake! It woke me up! 5:34am. I thought I was just imagining things, but I wasn't Since there was no damage, I think it's very cool! *********
I mentioned the other day that I really don't like gardening, especially weeding. As an adult, I completely understand why people have children, and that's so that they can grow up and do the tasks that we grownups don't want to do, like unload the dishwasher or weed the garden. I remember weeding my mom's veggie garden in Michigan as a kid. I hated it then, I really hate it now, especially here in the land of clay soil. But since my kid was in school, and it was a lovely day, I headed out to put a hurting on the first weeds invading my garden this season.
First of all, let me state for the record that I don't get it. All of the gardening gurus around here tell us every year that it's not safe to plant your flowers and veggies here in the Ohio Valley until around May 10th, because the ground isn't warm enough for roots to establish, and because of the threat of overnight frost. So explain to me why flowers, tomatoes, and grass won't grow yet, but the weeds are growing with wild abandon. I guess it's just another one of the great mysteries of the life.
When I went out there, it was really nice to see that my wild violets are in bloom again. They started growing in the lawn a few years ago and believe it or not, I actually dug them up and transplanted them to my flower garden to let them do their thing in the spring. To my great BROWN THUMB SURPRISE...it worked!. They're really pretty and they always make me smile.
Maybe it's because I pledged Delta Delta Delta in college, and the pansy was our flower. Pansies are just big violets, and I have always loved both.
<--------- Pansy mousepad anybody? But I digress......
When I'm weeding, it's war. War against the only thing that will survive Armageddon along with the cockroaches, and that's dandelions. Sunny yellow, cheery, annoying as holy bloody hell dandelions. The naive and wimpy weeds like the thistle grow tall and have soft roots. They are just standing tall at the edges of my beds trying to look purdy,
but really just begging me to yank them out with one quick sweep of one of my ratty, mismatched gardening gloves (ironically, with a floral pattern on them).
The dandelions have mastered Darwin's Survival of the Fittest, however. If you can manage to get your hand or your hoe (heh, I said hoe!) underneath them, you can never get all of those silly tap roots that must go all the way to China, and always break off. Of course the fact that you can't ever get all of the root means that in a matter of days...like The Terminator....they will be back! And unlike the gullible and stupid thistle, dandelions are smart. They don't grow by the edge of the walk were they can get yanked or blasted by weed killer, they grow in places where they know I can't pull out the lazy gardener's best fried.....RoundUp. The grow under my roses, in the middle of my pretty violets, and through the tender new stems of my peonies. I can't dig them up without harming the few flowers that I do manage to grow with some degree of success. Dandelions are in it to win it. They are the Russian Gymnasts of Landscaping, the Bill Gates of the Garden, the Tiger Woods of Weeds. Little kids love them, I hate them, but I have great respect for them because I know that when I'm long gone and just dust in the wind (sing it with me!), they will continue to push those sunny yellow blooms up into the middle of my great grandchildren's peonies and will most likely drive them crazy too.