April 06, 2005
Anybody know what this weed is?
You can click on it to see it bigger-than-life.
I was walking the dog this afternoon...it hit 80 degrees today, and I was so grateful to feel the sun that I let her take her sweet time sniffing around, and I took the time to ponder the weeds.
I don't bother with chemicals on the lawn, because of the dog, and I'm not wild about using them in general...if the plants are green, I let 'em be. And for that matter, if they have weird little flowers like that purple thing, they can stay. I don't even mind dandelions, and I like clover. I'd like to medowscape, actually, but I think the townhouse homeowner's association might take offense. They seem to rely heavily on Chem Lawn.
We went down and fed the geese, too. I'm a total suburban scofflaw today, cultivating weeds and feeding the invasive waterfowl pests.
The geese have started to nest, I noticed today. Victor saw something in the paper about volunteers for egg addling...I'm not against the practice (beats the hell out of killing the adults), but that's not how I'd like to get to get close to the geese...but I admit for my selfish reasons I hope they don't get them all. I'm looking forward to the gosslings. It's that cycle of life-rebirth-hope thing.
Speaking of rebirth, the house that burned down last year is nearly rebuilt...the siding and windows are up, there's a new front door. I walked by there today; the bulbs are up under the dogwood, a few daffodils and beautiful blue hyacinths. The construction port-o-john is a bit incongrous, but it's better than the black skeleton that occupied the lot most of the winter.
Keep looking for signs of life, and you find that, too.
And because geese make me happy, here's another one. He was standing on one leg for at least ten minutes. That should be a yoga pose: pose of the goose.
