I love the rain . And one of the reason I love the rain is because at some point during the day , when there ’s a break in the clouds and we have a abbreviated moment of stillness , I turn tail out to the yard for a fast round of weed .
It seems that as soon as the days start getting longer , the weeds start emerge en masse shot , appearing everywhere from the cracks in my patio to the bed of desert plants . They ’ll even bulge out up from themulch of shredded barkand the river stone that run along my walk . I normally leave them until the garden gets drenched , either from the hose or the Eden .
Weeding is easier when the soil is soft . Even with my heavy corpse soil , which often gets compacted , the earth will give a lot more willingly after a right soak . gage with long taproot like dandelions and clovers pull aside with only the slightest tugboat . I apply my spare hands for this task , as I love to find the soil between my fingers . There ’s also a sure atonement that get along from pulling out a whole sens by hand , roots and leaves inviolate , that you do n’t quite feel when you use a weed puppet .
When I weed , I bring out a minor “ salad bowl ” … not for myself , but for my volaille . Almost every single gage discharge from the ground go into this salad bowl , including the flowers and seeds . This time of year , I have a immense amount of blowball , clovers , and wood Hibiscus sabdariffa coming up in the garden — three kinds of weeds that are so alimental , I ’ve in reality voluntarily plant them in my chickens’salad barbefore .
Ellen Price Wood wood sorrel ( of the genusOxalis ) is a particular pet of my mass . The plant is often mistaken for clover , orTrifolium(and not to be discombobulate with the completely unrelated sorrels of the genusRumex ) , but the leaves have the revealing heart shape with a recondite fold down the middle ( while the parting on a clover are round or oblong ) .
As all the weeds are pulled and chopped and thresh together ( sometimes drench with a dressing of yoghourt ) , I can almost smell the noblewoman salivating down by their coop . ( Do crybaby salivate the way we do ? After all , they do have lingua … )
I can barely congeal the salad down in front of them before Kimora starts hop up to knock the bowl out of my handwriting and Iman goes chasing after the greens that have come down .
Weeding is among my least favorite job , but the all-inclusive - eyed look on my wimp ’ faces and the excited clucks as they scarf it all down within seconds make kneel in the clay all the more worthwhile !
