It happens every year at our house - I SWEAR to myself and the universe that I will NOT let the weeds get out of hand but yeah....it happens. At least this summer I have a good excuse due to the surgery.
It's been a good monsoon season so our usually brown high desert is lush with mega-weed growth. The yard was in pretty good shape before I went to St. Louis for the surgery, and my husband weed-wacked the barren part of our yard before he left for St. Louis, but we were both gone for a week and that is when the monsoons started hitting. When we got home I couldn't do anything for weeks and he was busy catching up with work.
Now that I have been feeling better and can do more, I've slowly started getting rid of the ragweed (some of it is waist-high). The biggest issue are the Goatheads - the most evil, vile plant ever, the gift that keeps on giving. The thorns get tracked everywhere, no matter if you leave your shoes by the door. Those little prickers will end up on the rugs, only to be stepped on during the night on a trip to the bathroom. I wrote a little blurb about Goatheads for my Facebook page yesterday:
Don't ever get bamboozled by these pretty sweet little yellow flowers. They grow and grow and grow, mocking those who couldn't pull them up earlier in the season. They are like the dreadlocks on the scalp of the earth. They wind their way from a central root and grow outward into 3 ft. long spokes that hug the ground and envelope and entwine themselves into all other weed growth nearby which results in a massive thicket that you try to pull up like rolling up a carpet. Their plump green sticker-fruits are the lice upon the scalp. By next season the green stickers will turn into hard shrunken brown evil motherf***kers that blend into the dirt and will stick to ANYTHING that trods upon them. Shoes, paws, tires...they get tracked into the house even when you remove your shoes at the door and they will find you when you stumble barefoot in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.
Those are the soles of my flip-flops when I walked 5 ft on what I thought was a cleared path to take the photo of the the *pretty* little yellow flowers.
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