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June 5, 1967 - The Six Day War
June 5, 1967 - The Six Day War
—Voltaire, Candide.
Aunt Zelda and Uncle F. lived in a fine house adorned with a fine
lawn and fine trees in a suburban development about thirty-six
miles from the metropolitan afflictions of Philadelphia. As I grew
older, I developed the sense that they considered the trees
surrounding their house to be their symbolic children. They had
no children of their own. Their adored greenery, like cherished
children, needed special care and they spent large sums on
commercial lawn treatments to achieve the perfect lawn. Aunt
Zelda and Uncle F. had the soil chemically nursed from time to
time to inhibit root formation of germinating weed seeds.
Incidentally, a weed is a plant that the discriminating
homeowner, desirous of an enviable lawn and garden, considers
unwelcome, “a plant in the wrong place.” “The term ‘weed’ has
no botanical significance,” writes geneticist Jules Janick, “because
a plant that is a weed in one context is not a weed when growing
in a situation where it is in fact wanted.” Plants described as
weeds on a homeowner’s lawn tell us about who the homeowner
is, not about the order of nature.
But wait, that’s not all! My mother was told, “If it rains, you need
to do this more frequently because the rain will speed up the
growth of the grass.” My mother ended up mowing the lawn two
or three times.