I thought it was spam, and then a scam… A Nigerian prince offering riches beyond my wildest dreams. For a price. The e-mail read: “Dear shopper: You have received this notification from Prairie Moon Nursery because you received a gift certificate from Admirer for $400.00. Message: ‘A blog admirer is sending you a gift certificate to thank you!’”
Brace yourself, gentle reader. The time for confession is at hand. I am coming out of the organic garden closet.
I have used Round-Up.
The March garden dozes. The April garden yawns. The May garden kicks up its heels, shakes its tail like a new lamb.
The June garden is an ostrich in full flight.
Every year, without fail, no matter how carefully I plan, no matter the fervor with which I give myself that stiff January talking-to about running a more tightly disciplined ship, the June garden leaves my sorry self supine in the soil, ears ringing like I’ve been clocked by a cast iron skillet. By the second week in June, I am woozily beginning to wonder, “wha’happened?”
This is my restored tall grass prairie. I have avoided talking about it, or even thinking about it, all spring. Yesterday and today, however, I put on my Big Gurl Panties and faced it down. I will have to face it down again tomorrow. And the day after. I worry, in fact, that the coming summer will be one losing battle after another in a war with non-native and overly-aggressive native plant species that have taken hold in the garden in the last four years.