This is the bottom of the driveway that feeds Ian’s place and mine, and for the past few years it has been a tumbleweed nursery. I like to get’em out of there before they mature. Cut’em off at the root with a hoe, then rake’em off to the wash and let wind or flood do with them what they will. Hopefully if I kill them early enough, the seeds won’t spread. A couple of years ago we had a real bumper crop, that filled every gully and clogged every fence. You can still see their remnants, and of course those seeds that sprouted only spread the contagion. Happens every decade or so.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Sooner or later all of us aging male boomers start obcessing about our lawns. 😄
Welcome to the club brother!
I’ve seen great herds of tumbleweeds in the Lancaster/Palmdale area. When they roll, they can bury houses. Nasty things! Another weed I hate is that “puncture vine”, or “goat head”. It’s the bane of dogs, bicycles, and barefoot children. There is a third puncturing weed from Texas, though, that becomes a highly desired cactus when removed: the Horse Crippler. Once out of the pasture, it’s a handsome barrel cactus.
Well, if you are going to deal with this menace, you might as well have some music to go along with the chores.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQc5gDXQGIs
Roy Rodgers singing cowboy songs while strapped. Good times.
Nearly impossible for us humans to win that war. A history of the tumbleweed:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hsWr_JWTZss
An enterprising old desert hermit might be able to find a use for such an abundant resource.