TIPTOE THROUGH THE GRASS BURRS

Feet in grass

Coreopsis.

Crowding the pasture.

Careening through the draws.

Crashing through the barbed wire.

Advancing into every open space it can find.

Celebrating.

It’s good to be a wildflower.

Especially with rain.

Spring weather.

Moisture.

Heat.

Cooler mornings.

Cool enough for blankets.

Indian blankets too.

And Gayfeathers.

Winecups.

White prickly poppy.

Yes, it’s good to be a wildflower.

Feels good to grow.

Good to bloom.

And good to re-seed.

Except prickly poppy.

It can be a nuisance.

Much like blooming prickly pear.

Pretty flowers.

But pretty invasive.

Robbing the ranchers of grassy pastures.

Shred.

Doze.

Grub.

Whack.

Slash.

Burn.

Mother Nature fights back.

Year after year.

Bring out the big guns.

Chemicals.

Chem-i-kills.

That’s what they do.

Kill.

Prickly pear.

Mesquite.

Grass burrs.

Or burs.

Yep, one “r” is correct.

According to trusty Webster.

Bur is the rough, prickly seedcase or fruit of certain plants.

Burr is the rough edge left on metal or other material by cutting or drilling.

But burr can be used to mean bur.

Whereas bur is not exchangeable with burr.

Let’s hope that’s clear.

Because it’s not nice to fool Mother Nature.

That’s Mason.

 

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Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.  

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