Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Neglected, abandoned, destroyed . . .

We drive past them all the time.  We have several within a few miles from where we live.

Deserted farmsteads.

Beautiful in their own way.

But sad and depressing in so many other ways.

What has happened to the family owned farm?

Bigger isn't always better.

Don't get me started . . .

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

My nemesis . . .

. . . has arrived with a vengeance!

Well, maybe not with a vengeance in my dandelion-free lawn but only because I am a 
Dandelion Digger Demon!

Yup, one of the stranger things you should know about me is that I love to dig dandelions!
I'm never outside without my antique digger close by to pounce on an unsuspecting dandelion.

I've even thought about starting a dandelion digging business.  At a penny a weed, I would quickly become a millionaire!

There is nothing more satisfying than to hear that *pop* as the root is broken and you know that you have conquered the dreaded weed.  Well, at least one of those usurpers that sneak into your lawn when you are not looking.  And I suspect that they pop right back up behind your back when you are positive you found them all. 

And have the pile of wilted yellow flowers to prove it.

 I can spot a dandelion from a mile away.  Even without their yellow marker of defiance to those of us who despise their actual existence.  I am a dandelion digger extraordinaire!  

Oh, and another strange thing you need to know about me . . . I take photos of dandelions.
Now who is crazy enough to waste her time doing that?

I'm convinced that the only way to rid the world of dandelions is to dig them up one at a time.

So get to it!