The pint-sized native grass in our front yard seems to be six-weeks grama. The six weeks are winding down for the summer, with most of the plants turned to fine straw. I suppose it won't be the keystone plant for a mini-meadow, but it's welcome to do its thing. Meanwhile, I'm still battling
- Legions of goatheads (puncturevine)
- Very robust red-rooted amaranth
- Not-too-bothersome prostrate sandmat and prostrate knotweed
- Quick-growing quackgrass
- Bristlegrass sneak attacks on clothing and gloves
- A bounty of bindweed
The northeast part of the yard is pretty dry, probably from all the afternoon sun. The crabapple on the northwest decided to try for a second round of blooms in early September. I think the poor thing is confused and knows I'm not terribly fond of it. Still, I built up a saucer-shaped pile of compost and have been covering it with two sheets of cardboard from our abundance of moving boxes.
The neighborhood honeybees remain very busy at the Russian sage. I'd like to add many more flowers for them over the next few years. One friend says it will take years to add the amount I'd lose by removing the sage, and another says he did this in just one year with a bunch of Spirea.



