Spring and nature are making themselves known in both the weather we have been having and the plethora of weeds that are growing in our yard. You see, I just stepped out a little bit ago today to check the mailbox. My intention was to grab the mail while my little ones were napping, then return and get some laundry turned over.
Maybe if we had gotten something more interesting in the mail other than one single piece of very obvious junk mail, I wouldn’t have scratchy fingers and dirt under my nails. On the way back down the driveway toward our home, I looked up at all of the weeds announcing themselves proudly in the yard.
If you haven’t seen me mention it before, we live practically in the middle of the wood. Last fall, however, we started to make some real progress in taming a bit of it. For safety and aesthetics, my husband got a number of trees down in the front yard. As a result, this spring, the yards and yards of weeds now free to the sunlight, have become more obvious.
I know it is a losing battle, but I have to try. I want to get the little buggers before they go to seed and make more little buggers next year. I also want to get them before they get big and stubborn with roots tight-fisted into the ground. Is there nothing more disappointing to hear and feel the snap of a weed stalk when you don’t get the roots?
We just had a good rain last night, and I thought I would seize the opportunity. I spend about 30 minutes pulling weeds and am anxious to go back out and get the rest. All of the time I was thinking about all of the tasks on my list to accomplish today and these thoughts were waring with the “Just one more weed” mantra.
Despite not getting all of the weeds pulled, at least I can say that I am better off than my friend Juliann, who showed up at bible study last night covered in poison ivy, gotten, of course, by pulling weeds.