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A Weed by Any Other Name…

6:30 A.M.

Between the berm garden and the footpath, I procrastinated while the cool wet grass soaked my canvas slip-ons. A cool breeze whispered through the peonies—giving me an easy reason to procrastinate. There’s more work to do in the berm, but the footpath is calling…

I studied the path to plan what I would take out. If I used the product the lawn care ad promoted, it would leave us with nothing but pine needles and flagstones. It boasted a solid kill for woodland violets and crab grass. I like both of those…

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Flagstone footpath buried in weeds

I decided to leave most of the native woodland violets—native being another word for “uncontrollable”, or don’t-have-to-do-anything-to-make-it-grow if you want to think positive. And the crab grass, the grass everybody loves to hate. It’s the only grass that grows here. Life isn’t perfect, and crab grass is good.

Otherwise, I planned to pull out the thistle, and the burry sticky things, and the weird tall grass, and other random weeds that I don’t know the names of.

I looked along the flagstones at the stiff thistles planning to scratch my ankles. I set my sight on those and the other sticky, ugly things. I think those are weeds because they hurt. Makes sense…right?

Last year, we experimented with creeping nettle here—pretty sure that’s what it’s called… We’d be happy for some invasive species along this path, with a pink flower…but it looks pretty weak.

Another small experiment of pachysandra and lily turf seems to be doing better. (If I’m remembering correctly…that’s what they’re called…) We might have finally hit on the happy combination.

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Pachysandra and lily turf, I think

It’s amazing what is revealed when the choking mess is cleared out. I found winterberry growing! At least that’s what I thought the nursery tag called it…but 2 plant ID apps came back with 2 different names for it…I had planted it here before the construction and thought none of it survived, but I found a nice big patch of it. So I cleared everything out around it—and found another gift—an oak sapling. It’s right on the property line.

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I’ll show it to Christine and Adam and hope they want to keep it. I think it’s in a perfect spot—exactly between our two houses. I’ll tell them it’s a swamp white oak. If they don’t believe me, they can look it up…

Learn about swamp white oak here: http://www.mortonarb.org/trees-plants/tree-plant-descriptions/swamp-white-oak

Laugh about crab grass here: https://www.lawnsite.com/threads/why-is-crabgrass-bad.196320/