A mystery solved


I’ve been around common chickweed my whole life and never knew what it was until just now.

I found some in the yard today, and I was trying to figure out what it was. When I was little, I’d pick its tiny blossoms to put in bouquets with native violets and henbit and white clover.

In recent years, I’ve pulled enormous mats of it out of my garden. (Fortunately, its roots don’t go deep, and it kind of sprawls, so it’s one of the easier weeds to remove.)

Its itsy-bitsy flowers look kind of like miniature daisies, except the centers are green instead of white.

Now, if I can just figure out what that awful thorny weed is that tried to take over my garden last summer (and stabbed the daylights out of my hands every time I attempted to remove it), I’ll … well, I’ll still have a nasty weed in my garden that defends itself ferociously whenever I try to pull it up. But at least I’ll know what it is. I don’t like unidentified invaders climbing up my back fence. 😦

We got some snow this morning, but the ground is so warm that it all melted off by the time I went to lunch. It looked pretty while it was coming down, though. If I’d had the camera with me, I would have taken pictures of the snowflakes drifting down outside the office windows this morning.

It was great to hear the rain coming down last night and see the streets all wet with snow this morning. It’s been so dry around here for so long. On the way back from an assignment this afternoon, I passed a church that had a sign on its marquee: “Pray for rain.”

I’m glad those prayers were answered. Oklahoma has seen worse, of course, but we definitely needed the moisture.


“Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.”
— Marcelene Cox