Nature notes: Winter weeds
We might not be the greatest gardeners in the world, but we still care about Nature. Imagine my dismay, then, when I looked out this morning on our 1⁄640th of an acre and saw what last night’s cold snap had done to it.
- Our groundsel had given up the ghost.
- Our twitch had turned turtle, and
- Our bindweed had bowed its weary head.
‘Hot diggity!’ I exclaimed. ‘The frost has got our weeds!’
Shana did her best to console me, though. ‘There, there,’ she said. ‘You can always plant some more next year.’
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