The photos below were taken following a brief rain after which the sun made a stunningly quick return. A full rainbow covered the sky, but I was locked on dandelions that had gone to seed still misted by the rain– but NOT in my yard.
It was long, lonely and dirty battle. The enemy fought bravely, but in the end, I was victorious.
Yes, the war will probably continue through October and into November, but I will remain vigilant, watching closely every move, every emerging counter charge. I dug, I sprayed and I picked. The dandelions that remain are drooping over, hanging on their last stem.
There will be no dandelions in my yard.
And now that my lawn is free of these dastardly demons, I’m reading that instead of killing them off I should have been nursing them in my very own dandelion garden. It’s the bees, they say. It’s all about the bees. Or not. It’s complicated.
Sometimes, you just can’t win.
The bees are apparently fighting a war against lawns like mine. The bees travel from dandelion to dandelion for nourishment and pollen and return to the hive, and then continue to vegetables, fruit trees, and flowers so we can enjoy that tomato and lettuce sandwich this summer.
It’s certainly more complicated than that, but that’s all my mind can handle. With pesticides being the bees’ arch enemy, books have been written that plead for us to help our tiny winged friends.
When we do that, they help us. Could it be that simple?