Monday, April 14, 2014

Obsession Confession: Pulling Weeds

Growing up, my house had had a circular driveway, and during a lengthy phone conversation or just a very nice day, I liked nothing better than to pull the little weeds that grew up between the little cracks in the pavement.

Now, before you start leaving comments telling me you have a garden full of treats for me to pull, I think I need to clarify. The weeds that grow out of the cracks in pavement feel so much different when pulled than do the weeds in the soil. There's a sort of buttery smoothness to the action of pulling that can only come from a root that hasn't been given enough soil to which it can cling. The root comes out nice and clean, ready of inspection. The weeds that grow between the cracks in the pavement are especially delightful when their roots are long and singular.

The pool at my apartment complex here in Atlanta is paved all around by little octagonal cement tiles. Spotted around the perimeter of the pool, and especially beneath the lounge chairs, is a wealth of weeds waiting for my thumb and index finger. Every time I have to pass the pool on the way home from a run, I must fight the urge to stop and have a little therapeutic pulling time. This past friday night, however, I could not resist. I knew that the people in the fitness center could see me, but I could not help myself. And while I pulled, I thought to myself, "perhaps this is one of the reasons I am a spinster."

But, I wills ay this to you all: Don't knock it till you've tried it. Pavement weeds are pretty much the best.

1 comment:

  1. I'm not sure if u will see this post as its been a few years since u posted about ur weed pulling, however I have searched everywhere looking for a websitest that has anything to do with my strange obsession and this is the only post i could find.
    I don't know why but for some reason I find myself wasting hours and hours scouring my lawn for weeds to pull. I will dig up half the lawn and have patches all over the place from digging them out. The best feeling is when there is a whole big bunch in one spot and u start digging only to find they are actually part of 1 whole weed and when u dig up the root and pull it's huge and thick almost like a carrot but thinner and much longer.
    In all seriousness tho, it is starting to effect my life...I swear my neighbour's thing I'm crazy (i probably am!) because i sneak out in the middle of the night with a torch so i can spend as long as I want to without getting burnt and have been busted by quite a few of them. Any spare time i get is spent pulling weeds or obsessively thinking about pulling them out. I don't know what to do?

    Ps. I know what u mean about the weeds in the cracks, they just glide right out don't they? ;)