Ah weeds! The bane of the gardener's life - a constant battle from April to October - turn your back and they have won.
In the lawn two forget me nots have seeded themselves and they stand tall along the path edge. Our lawn mower is ill and is at the doctor's but today the farmer is going to hire a mower as we have so much lawn, so I am afraid that by night fall the forget me nots will be gone.
In my favourite bed of red tulips, which contrary to all gardening advice are left in the ground each year and have multiplied tenfold, lesser celandine has taken root and is now forming complete ground cover (have you ever tried to eradicate celandine?) Solomon's Seal, one of my favourite plants, is pushing up through the celandines too. I have tried moving little bits of him but he always dies - that is his spot and he is sticking to it.
Later on I know a particular patch of robust buttercups will call itself ranunculus and flourish in the border next to its cousin the globe flower.
And who is heartless enough to pull up those heavenly heartsease - the wild pansies - which scatter themselves all over our veggie garden every year and surprise us with their hybridised multi flowers. They come up in such unlikely places - along the pea row, amongst the broad beans - suddenly one day they are in bloom so we leave them to seed and we get another show next year.
No - leave these things in - I say, although whether I say it in desperation because they are almost impossible to eradicate or whether, like Ronald Blythe, I leave them in in the hopes of creating a Giverney effect it is difficult to say. Of course the thing about Giverney is that we mostly see it only in Monet's paintings and they are impressionistic enough to blend the weed colours in so that we don't see them. Have you ever taken a photograph of a bit of your garden? If you have you will know that somehow the weeds don't show up in the photo.
Soon our lane will be lined with cow parsley and Queen Anne's Lace - so far they have not ventured into our front garden. But I know if they do I shall have a job to pull them up because I can see one or two bare patches of soil where a frothy mass of pale cream would look beautiful.
Suckers and seeds, the weeds will win,
we'll 'ave the 'ole world for our own.
Then oh how glorious will come in
the era of the great self-sown. (Ronald Blythe)
I will post photographs later if the sun comes out.