Orange hawkweed
I don’t mind my feet stuck in hardpan or moss between my toes.I don’t mind the droughtand I don’t mind the storm.I have no need to flyanything...
Tag: Weeds
Mad human chased by cows
I am walking under a coalescing sky, in my commissioned role as Weed Inspector. A long polygon of pasture under a low-slung sun awaits, like a veranda, and I wa...
My new job as Weed Inspector and the oldest profession
When our eonian parents were flung from that divine garden, the first thing they did was scrabble about in the dirt for things to eat. They soon found that not ...
Weeds of wonder
I have an affinity for weeds. For as long as I remember, I’ve admired these indigents that sprout up, unwanted, unwelcome, in lawns, gardens, crops. Many ...