There is a reason that
many retirees have such great yards. You know
what I mean: dandelion free lawns, well-swept sidewalks, mulched beds.
I am tempted to say
that these folks have nothing better to do, but that would be unkind. Because I
am retired, too, I know that the Yard Nazis just have different priorities and
perhaps a bit more free time than the rest of us.
I should get the
dandelions in check, however. I can see
them marshalling their forces on our front and back lawns and it won’t be long before we are surrounded. My
proactive, retired neighbour has already been on the job with his special
dandelion weeder (the kind that looks like a really sturdy fondue fork) and
proudly announced that in just a few hours he had removed 58 dandelions, roots
and all.
Good for him. At that rate, I will be spending the next two
weeks in the yard.
Or perhaps I can try
my Kiwi friend Elizabeth Macmillan’s trick with salt. Take a box of salt, and pour about a teaspoon
into the center of the dandelion before the flower has formed. Except that Elizabeth made it sound like jolly fun
when she advised me to “pour the salt down their little throats and watch them
shrivel!”
Then again, I could
just learn to embrace dandelions--eat a few, pick a few, and enjoy my yellow
lawn. They don’t last that long, anyway.
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