The yard guys are obviously running behind, but I delight in the weeds. Never one to worry over or demand grassy perfection, I’m happy as long as it’s green.
When it grows out this long I plop down amongst the blue, violet and yellow. The bees work purposefully around me, from flower to flower, unconcerned by my presence or that of the dogs. Serenity!
EDIT!
That was February, this is June.
There are some weeds left, but I pulled so many by hand. No chemicals around the dogs!
https://lawrencemorra.com/2022/03/01/seeing-war-in-both-perspective-the-good-and-bad-side-of-it/
Weeds are simply flowers whose virtues have never been discovered.
Perfect!!
From Queens of Mystery.