Which Weasel are You?
The late-April morning air is cold but at least the ground is free from snow, I think, as I walk briskly along a mowed path traversing through a valley bottom prairie. Winter has been slow to let go, and a couple of April snow storms have delayed my best intentions of getting an early start on spring garlic mustard control efforts. Bits of green are visible among the cool-season grass blades in the path, but the neighboring bleached prairie grasses and the shriveled, dried pr
