I was going to call this posting, “Gardening Can Be Dangerous To Your Health, Part 2, because I am limping around like Walter Brenner, the character in the 50’s TV show, The Real McCoys. He was the grand father who had a “hitch in his gitalong” as they say in Texas. Because of all of the rain we’ve had here there is a bumper crop of weeds and the best time to pull these weeds is while the ground is still damp. Once everything dries out the soil becomes as hard as cement and, no kidding, I am out there with a pick axe to get big weeds up. The soil is still muddy and as a result, my gardening shoes have huge clumps of mud on the soles making it difficult to walk. Plus, I am wearing Maurice’s gardening shoes as mine hurt my toes now. I’ve had to stop wearing my glasses (bifocals) when I’m pulling weeds, especially on the hilly parts, as I don’t always look at the right angle through the lenses and have come close to falling several times. The seat of my clothes that I wear in the garden are permanently stained with dirt and weeds as I often have to sit down to pull weeds as trying to work on a hill does a number on my hip. Also, I am getting what I think is a carpal tunnel problem with my right hand due to that repetitive motion of yanking weeds out of the ground. I can hardly pick up a pan with it. God, I sound so old, don’t I?
I love it when a large weed pulls out of the ground with the pleasing pop, a long root still attached. I’ve learned dandelions have to have their root pulled up or they will regrow. Maurice has been really ill with a flu he caught from my grandchildren while we were in Switzerland and hasn’t been able to do much of anything but cough so I am on my own. I have huge mounds of weeds at the end of working and I put them in a wheel barrow and roll them down a hill and make a big pile behind a bush. You can’t see the pile from the road or our house but I know Maurice will have a fit when he sees where I put them. He burns a huge pile of plant debris at the end of each summer and I’m thinking he would like these in the area where he does the burning but but after working in the sun for several hours I don’t have the energy to get them over some difficult terrain. Maurice has the same problem with the way I “clean”. Sometimes I get tired of looking at a mess on a counter and I just put most of it in a drawer. If I can’t see it, that’s good enough for me. Of course, this drives Maurice mad. Then he says, “We need to clean out this drawer”. That’s marriage speak for, “You need to clean out this drawer.”
A friend suggested that it would have been better to have planted lavender on our land than the clover. Actually, the clover keeps us from having to pull weeds. We just sort of mow the whole thing once a year. We have lots of lavender around but, like anything planted, it requires constant weeding. Those beaufiul fields of lavender are packed with weeds unless they are in an area full of tourists then they get tidied up. I am constantly pulling weeds from around the base of lavender plants so they won’t grow up in the middle of the plant.
I know it sounds like all I do is pull weeds and in the middle of Spring and the start of Summer, it seems like that to me too. But the time will come when I can just sit on our porch, have a glass of wine and enjoy the view. Although I will get up from time to time to remove a snail that is intruding into my perfect view.