tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23986842.post490460796036037993..comments2023-10-24T02:44:58.414-07:00Comments on Aunty Pol Knows It All: Just Another Manic Monday ~ !Aunty Polhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180231169633828567noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23986842.post-28169652532116527142013-10-14T17:03:50.428-07:002013-10-14T17:03:50.428-07:00You have a good one, too, hon! And what typos? Wh...You have a good one, too, hon! And what typos? Where? I don't see any typos in any of your posts. Ever. ;-D<br /><br />I just grinned from ear to ear on your weed rant. My ex-father-in-law (you would have liked him) was a soil scientist for the USDA. The man could make rocks grow. He often observed something to this effect, with a twinkle in his eye, when people would ask him about getting rid of weeds:<br /><br />A weed is nothing more than a plant growing where you don't want it to. If dandelions were rare, they'd be treasured. They got a cheery yellow blossom, have an interesting leaf form and their seed head is quite beautiful. Given a space of their own and some fertilization they grow quite large. And to top it all off, they are edible. <br /><br />I agree. And I still yank 'em because, being prolific instead of rare, they would never stay where I wanted them to be!! Every once in a while, though, I'd let a volunteer live - usually a snapdragon that migrated over from another bed.kleinworthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05647122659299356128noreply@blogger.com