Back
when we bought the country house, the Big Backyard had a very nice
thick saint augustine lawn. It helped that the drain field to the
septic system was back there and so it was well watered even during
times of no rain. We have managed to keep it alive and looking
fairly well until last summer when it got some sort of
infestation...bugs, fungus, I don't know but large areas of the grass
died. Because we don't use poisons or fertilizer it has over the
years become the home to quite a few early wildflowers.
This
year it's the more opportunistic grasses and wildflowers and, yes,
weeds, than it is grass.
Walking
around out there the other day patrolling for and digging up sow thistle and
sticky weed I saw oxylis, dandelion, fleabane, evening primrose,
henbit, walking onions, wild onions, woodland violet, 10 petal
anemone and those are just the ones I can name. You can't kill st.
augustine grass so I expect that long about mid-summer it will have
filled in again if whatever knocked it down in the first place has
run it's course. If not, then I guess we'll have a mowed field
instead of a lawn.
That
lighter green horseshoe around the end of the old garden bed in the picture above is
orange cosmos which is doing it's best to completely colonize the
yard. At the other end the rocket larkspur is making a similar, if
weaker, attempt.
It's
Sunday and the start of my week alone having taken Marc to the
airport early yesterday morning for his week with my brother in
Colorado at a ski resort. No, Marc does not ski but he does enjoy my
brother's company and of course, pot is legal in Colorado. Plus one
of his brothers lives in Denver so they will meet up at some point.
My
journey back was a long and meandering one since I was taking
advantage of passing through Sugar Land and Rosenberg to run a long
list of errands...9 to be exact though the last three were all in
walking distance so I only had to park once for those. Poor Minnie,
stuck in the house alone from 7 AM to 2:30 PM.
Today
I'm meandering around the house and yard, starting one task and then
another with no thought to finishing any of them.
last
night looking east at dusk across the fallow field
