February in the Bay Area means rain, blooming redbud trees, and lawns choked to the brim with masses of yellow flowers. The flowers are woodsorrel, a happy, friendly little weed that snuggles up to your shrubs during the winter like a wee, innocent baby chick.
In December the woodsorrel seems harmless. It is a weed sure, but it’s tiny and the other plants seem fine. It looks so innocent, who would even bother to weed that? So the woodsorrel is left alone and that’s when it strikes. By Valentines Day it’s smothering every living thing in it’s path like a possessive lover, suffocating planting beds with piles of cheerful yellow flowers.
My free bouquet smells slightly like lilac. Take that woodsorrel, I win.
– Christin