- I’ve finally hired Oscar to deal with my garden overload. It came down to Oscar or tennis, and I chose Oscar. I look at the weeds and say “Oh, I must remember to tell Oscar to deal with that next time he comes.” Next time I see Oscar, though, he’s limping and I can’t understand his French any better than I did last time. I try to communicate about the weeds, but he’s obviously in pain and very busy so they remain. For the time being.
- I’ve decided that the horrible ones with the impossible-to-pull-out roots are hopeless. They win. I pull the stems off when I walk past them, and accept the fact that I will be doing this well into the autumn as they continue to grow back and get tougher.
- My weeds are nothing compared to these ones growing in the US that have Homeland Security’s knickers in a twist. The ones along the Texas-Mexico border are so big that whole communities of illegal aliens can hide in them for months at a time and no one will ever know they’re there. At least I don’t have to use a chainsaw to weed my garden. Puts things in perspective.
- I’d rather go running than work in the garden.
Nonetheless, I finally weeded our back slope this weekend. I had been feeling guilty about it for a while – we don’t see it at all, because it slopes down away from our yard. But the neighbors have it in full view. And it’s not pretty.
I removed two wheelbarrows of weeds from it and my arms got all scratched up because I stupidly wore short sleeves. The picture there doesn’t do it justice; that’s a HUGE bag and it’s jam-packed with weeds. The neighbor came out and commented as I was working. He said all the horrible-looking brown leaves must be the result of the cold snap we had this winter. I jumped on his diplomatic opening and agreed. I promised him this fall Oscar would raze the slope to a nubbins and there wouldn’t be any brown leaves next spring. Or weeds.
I have very understanding neighbors, definitely not a given in Switzerland. They could have raised a lot more of a ruckus about my yard neglect. On the other hand, I have never so much as peeped about the habit his wife has of chucking glass bottles full-force into the bin in their backyard late at night. We live in harmony.
I haven’t summoned the energy to weed the vegetable garden, and tomorrow is already the last day of May. I have planted some seeds in eggshells, but that’s more of an experiment than a true gardening commitment. They don’t seem to be hatching. If they do, I’ll take a picture.
Maybe in the coming days I’ll get inspired and clear out the weeds and buy some plantlings. I bought kale seeds while in the US last week, and they need to be planted, too. I can’t find edible kale in this country, so I had planned to grow my own. We shall see. I’ll keep you posted.