Yardwork forever! This is the time of year when all the stuff in the yard — grass, trees, shrubs, weeds, and oh my dear god the dandelions! — grows in a mad orgy. Sometimes they seem to be trying to bust out of the bounds of our yard and take over the neighborhood, which they would easily be able to do if the neighbors ever stopped dousing their lawns with Roudup. That ain’t ever gonna happen, so the mad orgy stays right here.

If I mowed three times a week, I would probably keep up with it. Twice a week, and it would look as if I were making an effort to keep up with it. Since I’m never going to mow more than once a week, though, it’s always going to look like  a cow pasture for these first four to six weeks of summer. I’m pretty sure the neighbors hate it, and My Darling B has mentioned once or twice that she’s a tad embarrassed by it. Not embarrassed enough to let me spray poison all over the lawn, though. She has her limits, I have mine. Once a week is mine.

B has spent almost all weekend in her garden, doing about the same thing I’ve been doing to the lawn: Trying to tame the dandelions. Except in her case she’s actively trying to kill them by digging them out by the roots, with some success, at least in the planting beds. Between the beds, the tops of the flowers are as high as my knees.