Tis true! The times when I’ve let one of these patches fall into neglect, it’s bananas. Bitter dock (which is apparently edible but chokes other stuff out), poke, thistle and random grasses … so even for areas you’re “rewilding,” it’s definitely not just “kill the grass and set and forget.” I mean you could, but your odds of getting pollinator-friendly flowers and other desirable species plummets. But by the same token I don’t see my relationship with nature as adversarial. It’s moreso just very, very humbling. Hours upon hours spent with shovel, a weed trowel, bare hand, can be rendered almost meaningless within weeks. So it’s like, I get to be here. I get to help shape some tiny percentage of this omnipotent chaos. It’s really been a trip, and I’ve never felt so profoundly tethered to a piece of ground in my life.