Another thing I don't like is the foxtails. The weather this year must have been especially good for them. They are everywhere, even growing up through the golden poppies. When they are pulled up, foxtails take huge clods of dirt with them. Those are tough root systems they've got. They're way tougher than my knees, which ache from bending and squatting to uproot the nasty vegetation. Yanking them by had is the only way to protect the other plants. But oh how I'd love to just mow those vile foxtails down!
The last day of April was not warm enough to allow open windows, but tomorrow ought to be. There's a good chance that the recent storm was the last of the season. It sometimes rains in May, but nothing is headed this way for now, and the longer we go without rain the less likely it becomes that there will be any more until Autumn. I'll probably still need to run the furnace at night for the next couple of weeks, though. Smell the money burn!