I grew a friend today...

Nut Grass. Indestructible. Immortal. Determined. Aggravating.


Looking southwest toward a neighbor's lush
garden paradise.


Looking south toward same paradise of same neighbor.

I spent most of my time weeding. Bermuda grass along the pathway and retaining wall to the east. As I trekked to the compost area to unload my Bermuda and nut grass (into a well-marked maw specifically designated for the rapacious nut grass), I met up with a woman of Japanese ancestory also headed that way pushing a loaded wheelbarrow. She showed me the other vilified weedie, False Garlic. I helped her dump her barrowful.

Her name is Vinnie. She's 76.

Vinnie took me on a tour of her paradise on earth. She grows flowers in one 15x15 plot and next to it another plot made up entirely of bitter melon vines. Who would think? She said the whole plant is usable and quite medicinal. Especially good for high cholesterol. Hmmmmm...

I brought home two. To 'slice up real fine' and stir fry. They look like lumpy medium-sized raw pickles. Hmmmmm...

Picture forthcoming.

I bought bright yellow paint for the mailbox on the way home.