Weed control is a bit unrealistic given our recent rains. They are prolific!!!
And I will not write an ode for them, they don’t need the encouragement.
So this couplet rhyme is more of a protest. The good thing is that it inspired me to paint… weeds.
They started as seeds
Those flourishing weeds
Not seeds I would plant
Oh please hear my rant!
I’ve been pulling and digging
And sweating and bringing
My weeds to the curb
Oh this is absurd
For I just turned my back
And those weeds came right back!
Happy weeding!!
A wheelbarrow of weeds
