|Goodnight Mindego Hill. Goodnight land of San Francisco gartersnakes.|
Goodnight slowly diminishing hillsides of purple starthistle.
Weeding can be hard and weeds can be depressing. We need a coping mechanism. Every few days, I make sure to weed where I can watch the sun set. Recently while admiring a tangerine-blasted horizon, I found myself singing while tossing thistles into an overflowing wheelbarrow. From whence comes such joy? Weeding at sunset is like a prayer.