No one here looks forward to weed patrol. It’s always a daunting mission and this year would prove to be no different. But it is different in a way. We have concluded that the weeds here are cheating. They’re on steroids. Chomping on growth hormones. Pumping iron in the off season, turning themselves into super weeds. How else could they just push right through landscape fabric or crawl right up the side of a 10 inch high raised bed? I had the distinct impression they were trash talking and taunting us this morning as the farm weed patrol hit the turf. Armed with hoes, shovels and other implements, we mounted our first offensive of the 2012 campaign. But, no sooner had we eradicated the marauders from one end of a bed, that there on the other end were reinforcements. Weed Shock Troops steeling themselves for another suicide attack.
Sentenced to be covered with lime, three loads of weeds were sent to be cooked in the compost pile. But before the high fives began to celebrate our hard fought victory, the beady eyed Weed Inspectors had to move in to search for those sneaky little weed sleeper cells. The fifth column of the weed world, they always seem to ruin the show after the zinnias, daisies, cosmos and sunflowers have taken to the stage. I must say today’s offensive served to boost the morale of the weed patrol. We were all quite down when we first approached the raised beds which were firmly held by the super weeds. . But now, we have the momentum. Our commander is vowing no mercy this year, not even for the morning glories who always seem to play us for suckers with their good looks. Round one to the good guys. Stay tuned. See you next time on most of this same blog.