The weeds in the rocked section of the front yard are out of control. Other than the ones that look like they'll become tumbleweeds come winter, I have a hard time getting my panties in a twist over anything that has the tenacity to grow in our drought, but the Home Owners Association cares, therefore I care.
The entire time I was pulling weeds (yep, by hand), I was trying to think of a great metaphor that goes with pulling weeds:
- Weeding toxic people from our lives. Always a popular topic, but really, we know we need to do it. Like the weeding in our yards, we never seem to get around to it.
- Is everything called a weed unsightly? I think some of the weeds I pulled are pretty in a wild sort of way. Maybe there are some things we want to weed from our life that are pretty and tenacious and should be rewarded for having the tenacity to survive the drought of our lives.
- Weeding is an electronic-free zone. The time I spent scooting along the sidewalk yanking weeds was the only time I've had to myself all week. We're busy, mostly too busy, and the time away from electronics (even my writing time) is a necessity. While it will never replace sitting by the pool with a Skinny Girl Margarita, it was still a pretty decent way to spend a sunny, summer afternoon with nothing but my thoughts.
No matter how we look at it, sooner or later, we have to weed the garden. As long as I do, I'm counting it as a workout!
Because I think poison is... well... poisonous
The bargain sprayer I purchased was pretty ineffective, so we followed up with some hand-spraying (that's why I have children) and left it to sit overnight. I'd been warned that the salt in the mixture could make the area toxic to future plantings, but as the HOA prefers we not grow anything in that section between the road and the sidewalk (why they didn't just cement it if that's the way the feel is beyond me), I think that will be fine. I went back today in the mid afternoon sun (I could have waited until evening, but really, I'd just find an excuse not to go back outside).
The weeds we'd given a good soak were dry and snapped right off. Others, where the bargain sprayer missed, were just as tenacious as you'd expect. Since my neighbors use chemical weed killers, I compared my area to their's once I was finished, and I can't tell the difference. They've had to go out and hand pull weeds, so I'm not even sure that it's any more effective (although the sprayer they used was better than bargain basement).