Yesterday, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Ouchy back and all, I got down on my hands and knees to weed the front yard.
I don’t know if it was caused by our warmer than normal winter, or if our grass is just getting wearing out, or if our lawn care service changed the spraying schedule and deferred the weed killer application, but this spring we have been beset by a grotesque plague of weeds. Dandelions, clover, and other ugly looking plants had sprung up everywhere, ruining the uniform, velvety green carpet all homeowners aspire to and making our yard look like a patchwork quilt of unsightliness. It was offensive to look at, and I didn’t want the neighbors to think that we were letting our yard go to seed.
So I went out on weed patrol, with my paper bag and my weed control tools. I know spraying is effective, but I think it’s best to get down close to the spot, get some dirt under your fingernails, and dig the weeds out roots and all. I use some spoon-sized shovels to get under the weeds and work them out of the ground; dandelions, for example, come out with a satisfying pop. And, because I’m using small shovel, the yard doesn’t end up looking like I’ve got a gopher problem.
I worked on the front and side yards for a few hours yesterday and left them looking moderately presentable. Neighborhood pride is a powerful motivator.