They're back. You know, those sunny yellow flowers that we use to tickle beneath the chin to see if one liked butter? And when the blooms finished, its fluffy "puff-heads" were fun to blow and scatter in the breeze. Well, what was once a fun flower in our childhood is now a dastardly weed in adulthood. Time changes everything.
Last week, Hubby and I perused the weed killer shelves at the garden shop. We were after a guaranteed method of killing weeds, specifically dandelions. The gardening expert recommended one that he said really did kill dandelions as well as any other weeds in the vicinity. Just spray and wait 30-minutes. I would like to go on record as saying 30-minutes became 3-days before a few dandelion leaves turned brown and died. The major portion, 99%, remained healthy and vigorous and doubled its population in the three days they were supposed to be dead.
My neighbour George, who has a dandelion-free lawn, nervously eyed my lawn with its carpet of yellow. George recommended the product he used to keep his lawn immaculately free of any dastardly weed, yellow or otherwise. He offered to give me some to try. I swear the dandelions on my lawn are a hardy, resistant-to-weed-killers species. The yellow blooms merely lifted their heads to the sun and gradually turned into puff-balls, happily dispersing their seeds back on my lawn.
I got out my handy-dandy dandelion pluck-out-the-roots tool and spent an hour and a half, pulling out the plants by the roots. It was a very satisfying job as the lawn gradually looked like my neighbour's--dandelion free. That is, until a well-meaning neighbour up the street informed me that "those damn dandelions have roots a mile long, Girlie. When you finish yours, come on over to mine with your handy rootin' thing."
You know, he was right. That was two days ago and already there are green leaves poking up from the soil. If this hot weather keeps up, I will have my carpet of yellow flowers back. But I'm not giving up. After all, humans are way smarter than weeds, aren't we?