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…
I love pulling weeds, and chopping too verdant growth back but I’ve been reading recently how bees love dandelions, and the merit of young dandelion leaves in salad, so I’m more inclined now to leave them. I’m waiting for Spring, apparently the season to indulge in dandelion greens 🙂
We are about to leave for a five week trip so I’ll harvest the dandelions when we return! I might leave a few for the bees too, I do love seeing honey bees in the garden.
I am not the world’s best weeder but I try, my bete noire at the moment is old climbers, roses and clematis which do not climb where I naively imagined they would when I planted them, but instead go in different directions, either straight up, or into another shrub or tree, and they are impossible to reach, jumping up and down below them. I had a big weed of the paths last week as the cement between the slabs has crumbled and the ants below have carefully tunnelled and moved the sand. I think it it’s their favourite hobby. I hope your spinach grows well and the dandelions don’t mulitiply too much while you are away !