While her “Red Dirtness” was gone on vacation, we set up a little hacienda in the unmulched areas of her garden. On the left, check out her Lewis & Clark meadow that she planted last fall. She didn’t mulch it because she was trying to give the prairie seeds a chance. When she wasn’t looking we moved in. Now, we’re poised for a complete takover.
As to the other areas, we think she ran out of chopped leaves, shredded pine bark and pecan hulls just in time. Don’t you?
It’s getting pretty crowded in here, but we always have room for another Nutsedge, Bermuda grass or other seedlings of the grassy persuasion. We’ll also share space with our friend, Bindweed, who we can count on to strangle others while she covers lots of ground. However, if you’re one of those fancy-pants, grasses like ‘Overdam’ here on the right, clear out. This is our turf. We don’t take kindly to pretenders.
Any other plants she wants to sacrifice, we’ll take them on too. We know her methods, like when she grabs a hand tool and whacks away at us. We just go under ground and spring up when she least expects it. Bring them on: the pretty new Echinaceas, the expensive daylilies, the native Penstemons, the salvias and sages.
We especially like the daylilies because it is so easy to hide in their grassy looking foliage.
The Red Dirt Girl is back, and she’s working between the rainstorms, but it won’t matter. Our numbers are mighty, and we are strong.
We’re waiting for those measly coddled plants and like Norman Bates, at our motel, no one is safe, especially the pretty ones.