42 bar steady 30.28 0mph WNW windchill 42 Autumn
Waxing Gibbous Blood Moon
That damned quack. It has begun to overtake our new plantings. So, purity to the wind. If it warms up to 60 degrees, we’ll hit it with Roundup. Then again. And, probably, given the tenacious qualities of quack grass, again next spring.
Over the years I have become a grudging fan of these hardy herbaceous plants, the weeds. Without sophisticated gardening intervention they thrive; in fact, they often thrive in spite of it. They are true survivors and give succor to anyone worried about humankind’s ultimate effect on the planet.
Herbicide us. Nuke us. Poison Gas. Plague. Quack grass and creeping charlie will soldier on. I have not yet read The World Without Us but if it’s honest, it will tell the tale of a world dominated by weeds. Only they will not be weeds anymore, since a weed is a plant out of place. No, The World Without Us will be quack world, dandelion heaven, creeping charlie nirvana. Long may they reign.
Until then, however, I want to get the damned stuff out of my young orchard.
Right now I have no Sierra Club responsibilities, except my last rounds of stranger phone calls ever. I have no tours for which I have to prepare. My sermons have left the computer and entered the world. So for the next week or so I can devote myself to finishing up gardening chores, cleaning up my spaces infected with piles and perhaps catching up on a bit of reading.
Speaking of that, I have a recommendation for those of you who like literature and mysteries: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, by Swedish author Steig Larson. A smart mystery and an intriguing look into contemporary Swedish life.