It's nearly a month into spring and little is blooming here. The notable exception after the past week's rain is the Prickly pear cactus. The flowers, which I must admire but remember not to touch, are evident for their singularity in the green and brown (and white) landscape. They so far have not become a serious pest here, but that could change. I've been speared enough to be wary.
I remember a couple of work days at Crooked Lake Prairie, which s a much more open scrub, where we dug up hundreds of them and hauled them away to a landfill somewhere. Here I have more pressing weeds to pull and none of them have defenses other than their ability to breed profusely.
