Oxallis is the scourge of every gardener in Northern California. Every fall I promise myself I will get out and pull it up as soon as the first clover shaped sprouts appear or put down ugly black plastic or news paper for mulch. I do a good job of weeding and mulching for a while, until something always happens like; rain, the flu or the ennui of winter then this yellow plague gets ahead of me.
For every flower there is a bulb growing underground sucking up nutrients that my tomatoes or lettuces will soon need. Arrrgggg I howl. Sure I could leave them however, in late July oxalis just suddenly dies off leaving me nothing but a patches of dry, dirty-yellow straw all over my yard.
There are some good things to say about sour grass, as I use to called it when I was a kid I would pick it and suck the stems for its puckrey sour juice. It is pretty and bright in the dark of winter. So lovely, in fact, that we use to let it grow until Easter to create a lot of fun and pretty hiding places for eggs.
I grew up in snow country which made outdoor egg hunts rare if not impossible, so they always seemed magical. Not like the ugly magic trick that these *&%# flowers play by come up every year when I didn’t even plant them!
This year I proclaimed “if I you can’t beat it I might as well enjoy it” and went out and photographed my sour grass. crop. Then went to town pulling up that devilish weed long before Easter.