Apparently weather that is perfect for humans is also perfect for growing dandelions! We had a week of gorgeous weather, some rain followed by mild nights and warm days. Then, one morning I looked into the courtyard garden from my position behind the kitchen sink, and realised there were teeny tiny cotyledons in every space imaginable. This is not normal when you live in an arid climate!
Behind the clothesline, was another line…a green one, dainty and verdant. Nestled beside the wheelbarrow, little racket shaped, chartreuse seedlings optimistically reaching for their share of sunlight, in a winter shaded space.
Nestled in with the spinach, the dandelions cried out to me, ‘pick us too, we are edible!’ I was merciless and plucked them one by one from the soft earth, piling them methodically for certain death. There is something very satisfying about pulling weeds when they release themselves easily, and yet, it is a sad demise.
Immortalised, here in cyberspace, like ‘stains of proof that something was once there but is no longer’ (see ‘Plan B‘)… my photographic homage to the most talked about, photographed, pulled, maligned, wished-upon weed in the world. The least among us, but alive just the same until some weedin’ woman comes along…