Yes; I've sung this song before. :-) Blessedly, the treatment I applied last year (epsom salts followed by 'Turf Builder' and water) has improved my front lawn...and the dew worms seem to have moved elsewhere -- for a while at least. That said, the dandelions are as fierce as ever, and as I refuse to poison them -- and as 'home remedies' I've tried (involving dish-washing liquid) manage to kill the grass and feed the dandelions rather than the other way 'round -- all I can do is mow them down.
This is where the blessing comes in. There's something very therapeutic about doing that -- mowing down weeds during turbulent times. It's perversely satisfying to see them fall beneath the mower, when murder and mayhem, fueled by political bigotry, seem to have taken root too close to home. On the head of each dandelion I can imagine the face of a certain particularly vitriolic politician...If you get my drift.
Then, to soothe my soul and restore my faith that God's in God's heaven and all really is 'right with the world', there are the flowers...
|My ornamental almond in April|
|Forget-me-nots in May|
|The first of this year's peonies - June|
|A petunia and some begonias - June|
|A Campfire Rose - June|