After all that precipitation, it was extremely easy to pull up tumbleweed from our back yard - this bouquet (headed for the trash bin - no way am I having its little seeds infect my compost) was gathered in about ten minutes. I swear that by the end of the day it'd grown back.
Maybe 14 years ago - the first summer that I was in this Eldorado house; before there was a wall on the back yard (not that it's made any difference to the rampant weediness), I asked a friend who'd come round for a drink what the lovely, delicate, frondy little plants were. I envisaged something ever so pretty by way of wildflower blooms. His reply disillusioned me not a little. I've subsequently found that one can eat young frilly tumbleweed: maybe I should make a salad with it and all the very clean dandelion leaves that are happily growing out there, too.