Signs of Spring

Today as Olivia and I were walking in from running some errands I noticed (well, she noticed first and then I noticed) some pretty little weeds growing along our fence.  After she went down for a nap, I was puttering around the house feeling bored and aimless and wanting to be outside in the beautiful weather.

So I stepped just outside our back door to do a bit of springtime harvesting.

This pretty little bouquet of homegrown weeds fit perfectly in this mini glass jar.

I love that even the stems are bright and full of fresh springtime color.

Whilst out gathering my weeds pretty flowers, I noticed that we had a rather plentiful crop of them right in our own little patio garden.  The weather today is beautiful and I had plenty of time to kill while Olivia napped (Bryan was actually napping too--finals week is hard), so I decided to wreak havoc on the plant life.

After a bit of work, our little plot of dirt is weed-free.

Err, sort of.

Most of the weeds in our garden are teeny tiny little plants that are truly impossible to "pull out by the roots" like I was always taught to do.  So I did the only practical thing I could think of and just grabbed handfuls of weeds until they were gone.  Then I used my tiny little shovel to turn all the soil.

Umm... hopefully this didn't just spread all those weed seeds around and make the problem worse.  I have zero gardening skills.  Every plant that has ever been in my care has died a slow and painful death.  Except weeds.  The weeds love me.

My one great gardening success was the way I rigged up the weed trash bag.

Dollar store basket + plastic grocery bag = me not having to open a bag every time I need to toss in a weed.

Then when you're done you just pull the handles up...

...tie them together, and toss it in the trash*.

*We don't have yard debris here, so it has to go out in the trash.  Sorry, Earth.

My pretty little weeds bid me a final farewell.

Any signs of spring where you are?