Contrary. Sunshine springtime, how glorious. This evening I’ll unspool the hose and twizzle its nozzle to drench rockery, fretful sproutlings, seeds, wildflower experiment, weary pot-dwellers. Hardly worth winding it back, this dry spell persists. Meanwhile: must kill the weeds. Mixing poison, pumping handle bites my palms and trigger finger spray, fatal drizzle for audacious opportunists. […]