We have a happy habitat going in the grass. We are constantly weeding to keep crabgrass at bay while seeding this new lawn. I hunt runners that are reaching; I find the elbow where they drop into the ground and I pop em out. There’s a callous on the inside of my index finger and the outside of my pinky finger from yanking crabgrass.
We look for crabgrass seed heads in the afternoon sun and swift but gingerly collect them for the burn pile.
When I close my eyes at night I see the shape of crabgrass growing behind my eyelids like the flower of life- eternal.
We leave some mustard green for the birds and dandelion too. It’s an aesthetic: rich, luxurious biodiversity.
Piggles (AKA Biggie Smalls the cat) crouches and crawls in the tall tufts at dusk. He pounces on little white butterflies that are flitting all around.
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