This morning I worked in the garden. Now that it is getting warmer- the morning time is the only realistic time to work in the garden without getting exhausted by the heat. While I like to think of myself as a very flexible individual when it comes to accepting "wild" plants in our garden, I seriously dislike grass.

If we could live off of grass, we would be set for life- nothing seems to deter the stuff from growing where you don't want it to grow. At Eagle Heights, some paths get redone every year due to weather and other natural or human calamities. Two years ago, part of the path in front of our garden was destroyed by a combination of lots of rain and a larger mower. After the path was fixed, they seeded with fescue- that cute grass they put on golf courses.

Now we have quack grass- which tends to grow runner everywhere you don't want it to grow and the bunch grass fescue. Well I have given up on trying to tame the grass and we have a grassy entrance to our plot- but I am not done yet!