For the last few weeks, we’ve been blessed with rain.
But after the rain, come the weeds and mosquitos. It’s not as if they’re not there all the time. I just seem to notice them.
And judging from the bite marks on my arms and legs, the mosquitos certainly notice me.
Of course, this pausing to scratch helps me to notice that from a barren yard, thousands of weeds have sprung up practically overnight.
Where I live you have a small window to pull said weeds before the ground turns to cement and they merely snap off at the bottom and grow back bigger, meaner and with thorns.
The obvious answer is to spray them with herbicide. I eschew this option for a number of reasons like it doesn’t penetrate the rock hard dirt and I deal with enough chemicals at work, I don’t need them at home. But the real reason, is because I’m sure weeds know when they’re dying and toss out a boatload of seeds that pop up during the next shower. So, being the sick individual that I am, I let the weeds think they have plenty of time and rip them out of the ground before they can go to seed.
And while I don’t get them all before I have to chip them out of the dirt, I get most of them and sure enough there’s less this time than last time.
Of course, there could be winter weeds and summer weeds. Hmm, I’ll have to think on that one.