thorns

[darkoshi]

Often the thing that gets me out of bed on a weekend morning, because I've been lying awake for a while thinking about doing it, and I feel an urgency or desire to do it, such that it keeps me from falling back asleep... ends up being something I don't do at all that day.

But I did cut out and dig up 3 root balls of quince bushes, in an attempt to kill them so that I won't have to deal with trimming the spiky shoots anymore, the ones that scratch my arms and pierce my hands. (However there are still 3 more quince bushes on the other side of the yard, and another in the back yard.)

The quince bushes that got the pretty blossoms. Dark pink on one bush, and white I think on another.
I'm such a killer.
(although they might yet grow back; I wouldn't put it past them).

It's disheartening, watching a plant grow and admiring it, its uniqueness, its symmetry, its beauty. And then another day deciding that I have to kill it because it's gotten out of hand, or to avoid it getting out of hand. Like all those spiderwort plants in my front yard. Like those .. wild lettuce? some kind of tall thick stemmed dandelion-leafed plants (-> Lactuca canadensis) that were growing all over my yard this year. One of which is still out there by Qiao's back porch because I had too much heart this afternoon, after pulling up so many others. I hate having a yard that I have to kill, kill, kill. Again and again.

The azaleas have been pretty, as well as the dandelion plants.

Comments

[lhexan]

Hehheh, yeah, half my favorite wildflowers are also weeds. One that's prolific here in Dallas has tiny silver blossoms in spring, quite beautiful. Then summer arrives, and the plant grows a coat of microscopic hooks. Too small to be painful, but endlessly annoying: the plant propagates by snagging clothing or hide and getting dragged from place to place.