I trimmed the red fountain grass, and the lavender plant in the front and pulled up all the grass that was growing in the middle of it. I pulled all the weeds and thousands of volunteer poppies that were way too thick to ever thrive. I planted Blue Flax and Snapdragon seeds in the starter flat in the house. Then I went out there again and started in on the Bermuda grass.
It is difficult to talk about Bermuda Grass in a controlled manner. One has the desire to lapse into colorful profanity at the very subject. A more insidious, sneaky, tenacious, pernicious, obnoxious weed could hardly be conceived. It is thriving in our neighbor’s yards and weasels its way into ours all the time. I fight the good fight all the time, but just when I am not looking, it has crept under the fence and made a secret incursion along the underside of the wooden borders of the flower beds.
I am not alone in my aversion to the stuff. I found this quote on a discussion board about it:
“I think that the only things that may really kill Bermuda are Kudzu and possibly glowing nuclear waste but both of those are long shots at best.”
Kudzu is some kind of climbing vine stuff that was imported from Japan I think and it overtakes trees. It’s sort of Bermuda grass, with delusions of grandeur that include the repeated inner dialog… “I am the greatest weed IN ALL THE WORLD!” Muuuwwwaaahhhh !
Here is a picture of Bermuda Grass. As you see, it is a self replicating horror. I have pulled up pieces of it that were five feet long.
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Anyway, my hands are sore, my shoulders hurt and I am going to go soak in the tub for a few hours and try to recuperate.
And all I want to do is grow a few flowers and vegetables….