Thursday, June 25, 2015

- I must confess I weed my driveway

This post is dedicated to Deb Sposa, a KINDRED SPIRIT who shares my belief that working out at a gym can't hold a candle to working out in the yard.

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I am forever writing blog posts in my head and fortunately many never make it onto the "paper" that is this blog. But one post insists on being written and I'm finally giving in so the words will stop echoing in my head:

"I weed my driveway ... "


all three hundred feet of it ... a twisting, turning 15-20 foot wide football field full of weeds. Plus two turn outs the size of end zones.

I weed them by hand ... no Roundup or other easy fixes. Surely this penchant for pulling up grass is a vestige of the East Coast aesthetic I grew up with, although it's odd that I am so focused on pulling up stray clumps of grass that are anchoring the loose gravel ...


while turning a totally blind eye to the uncut prairie grasses just inches away ...


Likewise, my eye ignores the wildflowers that are growing up through the limestone road base: thimble flowers ...


mealy blue sage ...

and Mexican feather grass ...


Okay, I'm glad I got that out of my system. Time to go pull some more weeds ...

Dam rocks at the end of the driveway prevent washouts during gulley washers
and have enabled the prairie grasses and wildflowers to thrive in the field beyond

6 comments:

Marti said...

I love a good confession even though it brings back memories of kneeling on a wooden runner, confessing to the priest and wondering why on earth I was doing this...luckily I stopped doing so at age 15. Well except for here and now cause I also weed pull and even do so on a small portion of the street in front of our rental home. The landscape material most favored here is multicolored gravel so once a week, I'm out checking and pulling and find it quite therapeutic and besides, I tell myself that I am providing a community service for my neighborhood even though no one else bothers with weed pulling. Plus there is the added benefit of maybe, just maybe, one time, I will get good markings or color because I use one of my copper pots as my weed receptacle. One of these weed pulling days I just know I'm going to hit the mother lode and there will be an unknown weed that is going to explode with color in the dye pot..

Liz Ackert said...

Ha! We have so much weeding to do that I take along a 2 by 3 foot tub that's 6 inches deep! And you're absolutely right: it's quite therapeutic.

Mo Crow said...

I love weeds, digging them out in all our little inner city gardens helps to pay the rent & put food on the table !

Liz Ackert said...

There's something very satisfying about dumping them onto the compost heap and watching them (very slowly) turn into rich soil

ARTISUN said...

OMG, 300 ft of driveway, now that's burning at least 3000 calories I'm thinking LOL thanks for the shout out friend!! xoxoxoxoxox Deb

Liz Ackert said...

Today I spent hours picking flower petals ... I don't know how many calories I burned, but I'm pretty sure I sweated off at least a pound or two.

Love seeing you here and there (at Artisun). Your students are so inspiring!