I cleaned up today for the first time in a while. It wasn't too bad -- two bags worth, plus some Russian olives. I know now that it's fairly useless for me to cut Russian olives without putting herbicide on the stumps -- there's regrowth everywhere from stuff I've cut in the past. But maybe it's better than nothing. Regrowth is fairly easy to weed, and if I keep them from getting huge then maybe they'll be easier to kill if a city crew with the proper tools ever comes along. The tamarisk also resprouted over the summer into an impressive little bush, which I also cut down.
I saw a prairie dog today, confirming that there's still a few stragglers left. I don't know if the city's done with them yet, though. There's been some activity in the field lately, planting little cottonwoods near the creek (very nice) and cleaning up some of the chunks of old asphalt and concrete that have been littering the former prairie dog colony for many years (much appreciated). I just wonder, did they see killing the prairie dogs as part of some sort of beautification project? I hope they leave the few survivors alone. It was nice to hear one barking at me after it had seemed so quiet down there.
Also, given its proximity to an elementary school and a high school, it isn't unusual for me to find the occasional note in the field when I'm cleaning up. They get passed in class and then, somehow, they end up scattered along the trail or in the grass. Here's one from today.
Media: half of a blue "post it" note.
First side, in very light pencil, somewhat feminine lettering:
If If Luke asks
you out what
would you say?
Second side, in bold pencil:
He has to ask
I like this. The anonymous responder knows what she's about -- if Luke wants to know what she'd say, well then, he'll just have to grow a pair and ask her himself. You go, anonymous responder girl (or boy, I don't know.)