Weeds are attempted to seize the upper hand at Purgatory Ranch.
As late, we have been, um, lax about the weeding of the larger potato plants, assuming that their broad leaves and towering nature would choke out weeds. Don't laugh. If the drought had continued, I think we would have been right.
Then there were a few events called rain. Lots and lots of rain. Apparently intended to feed all those nasty little weed seeds and seedlings.
We are still ahead of the grass by a long shot. If you remember the pictures from last year, there might have been more grass than potatoes.
However, there are some other weeds that have been cozying up to our potatoes, and look just enough like potato plants that you actually have to pay attention!
The Lewis clan weeded Monday sans hoes (we were intending to dig a few potatoes, maybe, but not weeds. Don't remind us that we're city slickers!). Most of the weeds needed to be hand-pulled anyway, and it gave us some up-close-and-personal time with the soil and potatoes... and weeds. We will be digging the garlic next time, as the tops are brown.
Tomorrow we will resume picket duty, and the weeds will be crushed.
(and about that pond-junk-fiasco we were all expecting... the junk man couldn't handle our junk.)
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
As late, we have been, um, lax about the weeding of the larger potato plants, assuming that their broad leaves and towering nature would choke out weeds. Don't laugh. If the drought had continued, I think we would have been right.
Then there were a few events called rain. Lots and lots of rain. Apparently intended to feed all those nasty little weed seeds and seedlings.
We are still ahead of the grass by a long shot. If you remember the pictures from last year, there might have been more grass than potatoes.
However, there are some other weeds that have been cozying up to our potatoes, and look just enough like potato plants that you actually have to pay attention!
The Lewis clan weeded Monday sans hoes (we were intending to dig a few potatoes, maybe, but not weeds. Don't remind us that we're city slickers!). Most of the weeds needed to be hand-pulled anyway, and it gave us some up-close-and-personal time with the soil and potatoes... and weeds. We will be digging the garlic next time, as the tops are brown.
Tomorrow we will resume picket duty, and the weeds will be crushed.
(and about that pond-junk-fiasco we were all expecting... the junk man couldn't handle our junk.)
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
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