i couldn’t pass up today’s opportunity to write about and show you our “prize-winning” clover, since it is st. patrick’s day. or, should i say, what we once considered the fairest green of the neighborhood:
yes, we prided ourselves on the size of clover clumps we grew in the front yard this winter. if only we had a whole emerald lawn of it… Trifolium procumbens, or low hop clover, that is. it’d sure beat looking at the brown, dead dormant st. augustine grass that was such an inspiring view…
but alas, the threat of all the clover seeds that could potentially infiltrate the neighborhood put us to shame, and so we pulled it. each and every plant. however, we made sure to appreciate all the nitrogen-fixing nodules on the roots before we threw them into the compost heap:
the leprechauns in the lawn must’ve gone to work in the soil after us, because after yesterday’s rains, the front lawn was looking even greener than i remembered:
or then again, maybe someone just put jameson’s in my coffee this morning…
green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, the blessed irish shamrock (was) the fairest green of all.
-mary elizabeth blake