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| The grassy weed that refused not to be! |
I first noticed it late this spring: A tiny
sprig of grass growing from one of 15 bags of garden soil piled up in the
backyard, all destined to be spread out at the base of the English privets
lining the northeast side of our lot.
Although the bags containing that soil are made of sturdy
plastic, one of them somehow incurred a small cut somewhere along its voyage
from initial packaging to the time that I plopped them all out back last
fall.
That’s all that Mother Nature needed: a tiny opening in a bag full of rich garden
soil, and she promptly went to work, taking advantage of the opportunity
afforded her.
