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
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.