There is a hole in my front yard.
Technically, it’s not really a hole – more like a patch of scorched earth that has created a huge blemish on a very small but artificially well maintained piece of green earth.
I wish I could garner sympathy by saying that it was put there by some insidious enemy who had it out for me, or was indiscriminately added like one of those ‘taggers’ who blotch up walls, utility boxes and light posts with ugly scribbles. The truth is that this awful blemish on my pretty little piece of heaven was perpetrated by yours truly. That’s right, I am the stealthy vandal who created this terrible brown mass.
Like a few of you, I have declared war on the yellow enemy know as ‘Dandy Lions’ – those resistant, unapologetic weeds that flourish the more we try to eradicate them. They tear me from my sleep and force me to suspend any outdoor activity the moment they pop their terrible sickly yellow heads up, so that I must engage in hand-to-hand combat, one on one with this relentless adversary.
The hole? In the heat of battle, conventional, humanistic conscience is occasionally abandoned in order to win. In this theatre, I am embarrassed to admit, I resorted to chemical warfare in order to defeat my enemy.
You see, I decided to to fertilize the lawn, trying desperately to keep pace with my neighbours. You probably have neighbours like this too – the ones with the perfect grass? I bet they have some sort of laser-guided edger, making every curve and corner so precise it looks like its out of an ad for Home and Garden. And they have rare tropical plants in full bloom, defying nature and baffling the rest of the block. I wouldn’t be surprised to see some wayward soul teeing up their golf ball on one of these lawns by mistake; who could blame them for being confused?
While I was out being a good neighbour, trying not to single-handedly destroy the local property values, I took one of those hand fertilizer spreader thingies and started to dutifully cover the (what should have been) green parts of the property.
SIDE NOTE: does anyone know if its harmful to get this stuff on your dog?
Anyway, as I was churning out the grass food like that scary Scottish guy in commercials tells me to do, I paused to chat with my next door neighbour to catch up on the local gossip. As I was chatting, my hand spreader decided to go to work all on its own and dumped a small pile of this ‘food’ on the lawn. By the time I noticed, it was too late.
My selfish desire to eradicate everything yellow from my land, led me down a path of self-destruction. I poisoned my own troops. I guess this is what they call ‘friendly fire’ in the big show, but it doesn’t make me feel very friendly. Now I must do what so many have done before me. I have to conscript new troops, and go down to the garden centre to buy new top soil and sod. Its a terrible cycle. Fight, lose troops, replenish the troops, then fight again.
Each day, however, I wake up to see another evil little yellow flower thumbing it’s green nose at me, as if to say ‘you will NEVER win‘.
Maybe that’s the message. Maybe I need to do what others have unashamedly done, and embrace this interloper that will not die, will not rest, and will definitely not go away. Perhaps I need to change my prejudices about these little yellow flowers. Maybe I should take delight in running through fields of ‘lions’ after their blooms have faded and been replaced with wisps of fluffy seeds, like a child or a puppy would. I could lay in the grass, blowing the seeds into the air…right on to the neighbours lawn that looks like a golf course.