Momentary infirmity
Today I issued a strong opening attack on the yard, hitting it on a day when the ground is not yet dry and the weed are immature. The ‘dispatched’ surrendered the ground with little resistance, bewildered by their own weakness and the inevitability of my metal shears.
It will look charming for a few short days, until El Niño’s early warmth brings shocking growth to the three phases of flowers I’ve fought into the yard in the last 10 years. By mid-summer, the battle will devolve into attrition warfare.
But today I can sit on the porch in the sun—in early summer temperatures—sipping a beer and appreciating the fringe benefits of climate change.
