Both the spinach and lambsquarters are enjoyed by leafminers, and bear the watery-looking/excrement-filled tunnels excavated between the upper and lower cuticle layers of the leaf. Truly astounding. The spinach leaves have been destroyed by leafminers, but lambsquarters much less so.
Lambsquarters decided when and where to germinate: the fertile sheep-sh/t compost pile and in the middle of the garden - between the tomatoes and at the top of the pathway next to the swale. The spinach was seeded months ago and found the heatwaves alarming, I'm sure. Spurred by our waterings, it germinated according to industry germination standards in crumbly, water repelling leaf compost piled on top of layers of newspaper that we used to blot out the turf.
A happy, healthy individual is less likely to be devoured by leafminers or stomach ulcers.
I realized that lambsquarters was not a weed, but desirable and nutritive. Always a worrier, I became concerned that I had pulled my best seed source. I am certain that no gardener can weed all the lambsquarters from any plot, nor can any cook harvest all either. So long as I have bare earth, I'll have: lambsquarters, amaranth, and purslane. All three are good, healthy and tasty stuff - better than my fiery, woody radishes that I forced to grow.
Between rainstorms we did an allopathic treatment on the lawn - mowing. Our holistic approach - allowing it to go wild, while supporting when necessary (sometimes that means mowing!) - has allowed us to develop a strange friendship with our lawn and an outdoor first aid kit (plantain) and salad garden (dandelions and violets). So you see, there's two ways to kill a lawn; it just depends on your objective and perspective. "Gotta mow down these clover flowers." or "Gotta wait until the dandelion finishes flowering so I get more dandelion next year and less grass."
"Oh. The chickweed," mouthed Jared as I waved my arms "no, no" over the mower's handles and the weedwacker spun in front of him. I nodded. he backed away from the little chickweed patch, and we turned back to our objective of decimating the turf.
I'm sure many gardeners would be surprised to hear my tone of voice when I recently exclaimed, "Chickweed! We have chickweed!" I've been waiting for the plant to show up, and chickweed has now found a place in the garden - at the base of the gooseberry (Catskills provenance, I'll leave the dichotomous key to Jared for this tough to ID one) and one of the young hazelnuts.