A couple years ago, some strange, weed-like grass popped up in our back yard. I’m pretty sure it’s an invasive plant called Dallis Grass. I see it on golf courses, sometimes, on tee boxes, fairways and occasionally greens. The stuff grows in coarse clumps. It’s nasty. I don’t know where it came from or how it got there, but I wanted it gone.
Normally, I don’t mind a few weeds I my yard. In fact, if it weren’t for violets, dandelions, wild onions and crab grass, we wouldn’t have any green at all in certain spots.
I am not a lawn freak, by the way. Grass grows fast enough as it is, which cuts into my golf time. But I decided to do something about those ugly grass patches and I bought some weed killer at Lowes, something called Eliminator.
The instructions assured that it only killed weeds, not innocent little blades of grass. So I squirted hell out of the weed killer and now every other living pant anywhere nearby is gone, but the Dallis Grass is still there. I now have a 15-foot brown circle in my back yard, a spot where an alien spaceship might have landed and burned the ground on takeoff.
In hindsight, I may have been a little heavy handed with my weed killer application, as my wife Nancy reminds me on practically a daily basis. So I’ve decided to hang up my shingle as “Expert Weed Killer” and rely on others for that task.
But there’s hope. I’m counting on the wild onions and crab grass to sprout there next spring.