Weeds Be Gone!!

After several weeks of attacking the weeds, I went out with my trusty camera to take some pictures to show off my hard work and the current neatness of my back yard. I didn't think or I would have taken before and after pictures so you would appreciate my constant harangue of fighting Oregon weeds. I don't know the names of the purple bush but it grows up to the top of the fence and into the orange flowers which, in turn, are an invasive type plant that spreads and grows everywhere. I do know the yellow bush is called Marguerite and it has a trunk as large as a tree and is a fast grower as it has been cut back every year and pays absolutely no attention to my wants.

I did thin out the huge green leaf plants and soon will have to trim back the Rose of Sharon which is now way over the fence and the little birds love it. You can't see the little glass birdhouse where the birds come to feed. The old tree trunk houses a couple of feeders but the birds, for the most part, ignore them. I think maybe they are too low and they may be worried about one of our larger predators coming by. We do get quite a few cat visitors and a wild animal or two.

This rock area was filled with all kinds of weeds and new sprouts of the berry bushes. At one time the entire area was all berry bushes so it is not something that will ever go away. I have to do something with this area but have not decided what. I envision a big hot tub to soak the aching bones but Pauline's money fairy hasn't stopped in yet. One can always hope.

Here is the magic chair that is light and delicate but strong enough to help me up. The bushes are all trimmed, even the edges of the yellow lawn. I don't know if the lawn will come back or not. I should do something to it but have no idea what. It gets watered and prayed over, and come to think about it, so do all the plants as I call upon St Francis of Assisi to look after the garden and the birds. A Hail Mary or two gets said so my little yard is in good hands. I decided as I sat in my little white plastic chair with the hose spraying, to write a little poem I call "Weeds"

Weeds have names like buttercup/milk weed/clover/dandy lions with yellow heads/drop seeds like pop corn and really truly spread.

There are good weeds and obnoxious weeds/although I cannot tell/they differ in their shapes and colors/and work so very hard/to cover all the ground between/the plants and bushes planted in our yards.

Queen Anne's Lace is pretty/as every queen should be/but thistles so majestic/with such spiky thorns/cut our finger tips and make us so forlorn.

Let the weeds take over/have a natural yard/and plant a bush or tree/wherever you can find/a space the weeds have left behind.

So today, Saturday play in your garden and relax in the sun. It is hard to believe that another month is almost gone . I can hear the music of "Autumn Leaves" in my head . . . now I'll be humming it all day. "Laus Deo" which means "Praise Be To God" which I learned about this morning when I read an e-mail from a friend about the history of the Washington Monument. A terrific history lesson that should be on the front page of every newspaper in town this morning, or at least on the television newscasts. So . . . Laus Deo . . . May YOU go with GOD. Hugs to all.