Friday, March 30, 2012

The Killing Fields

We are enjoying an unusually early spring here in Minnesota. Everyone is itching to get out and start their gardens. Except me. I am a terrible gardener. Things die, what can I say. Call me Black Thumb.

But even I was eager to get started early this year, so yesterday I went out and bought me a big ol' jug of Roundup. I remember thinking only a week ago how nice it was that the crocuses were planning an early showing, but those crocuses have nothing on the weeds. My front "lawn" is verdant with them. Including that really rotten one that's impossible to get rid of-- the name escapes me but believe me dandelions are better behaved.

I spent a happily destructive hour spraying the weeds in my retaining wall and in between the cracks in the sidewalk. Then I turned to the weeds that were already choking the irises. At some point I ran ot of Roundup and had to use the rest of last year's Weed Be Gone.

It felt wonderful, laying waste to most of my yard. I can't wait to see the whole palce wither and die. And this time, I can say it was all by design.

Yeah. Power is good.

1 comment:

Heather said...

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