Spring is in the air. The grass has greened up and is beginning to grow—almost overnight I’ve begun to think about lawnmowers and tune ups and refilling the gas can.
The moles that normally inhabit my front yard seem to have heard the news that there is to be a wedding in my backyard this summer and have begun new backyard excavations in earnest. Alas, I have no effective cure for this, so if you happen to have some mole “discouragement” technique you swear by PLEASE pass it on to me. I’ve tried putting spearmint gum in their excavations, with little effect. Then acting on the concept of creating an unwelcoming environment for them, I’ve even been known to relocate ---how shall I put this delicately---my pet’s “droppings” into the open mole hills. That also had little effect—other than give me a small amount of vindictive satisfaction and provide fewer hazards to unwary feet. The moles seemed NOT to be nonplused by my efforts, but I’m sure the neighbors are.
Crocuses have popped up in the yard at random intervals. Years ago they were planted in large swaths bordering the flowerbeds, but the workings of various pesky critters have thinned their ranks to no more than a handful of plucky survivors who have now relocated and are acting as an advance party for the rest of the garden, encouraging primrose and English daisy to follow suit, to leap the edge of their retaining stones and flower freely in the grass.
I’ve decided not to fight this concept but to embrace it. I’m planning to plant wildflower seed all around the perimeter of the wedding reception area, to give the impression that the entire area that was once a motocross track is now ---after being flattened and smoothed--- a beautiful meadow that we serendipitously decided to have a wedding in. And those aren’t WEEDS people, those are NATURE.
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