The other week I walked outside the front door and sat on the stoop. Was on the phone, talking with my dad, back home on the farm, and figured I might as well try weeding, mainly since I was offended at the beds and heck, I was the man living here.So I start pulling out all those annoyances that have names and real taxonomy, but I call based on temperament or a rough sizing up of looks: alien trees, wheat, blueberry grass. As Pops was talking about pouring himself another nip, I about … [Read more...]