Via Sekimori’s reference, a tale of Bad Plants and the Women Who Love Them.
I refuse to answer how many of the ones mentioned we actually have taking over growing in our garden, except that she left out Salad Bearnaise.
Via Sekimori’s reference, a tale of Bad Plants and the Women Who Love Them. I refuse to answer how many of the ones mentioned we actually have taking over growing…
Via Sekimori’s reference, a tale of Bad Plants and the Women Who Love Them.
I refuse to answer how many of the ones mentioned we actually have taking over growing in our garden, except that she left out Salad Bearnaise.
whoyah.
Let’s not talk about the amazing yellow toad flax I planted last summer. This summer I expected yellow flowers – what I got was toadflax that had already spread over a five foot radius. I have yanked out all the perennials that were in that border and quarentined them in pots and I spray the evil toadflax with round-up whenever another sprouts up.
I am also out to kill on sight any of the lovely perennial sweet pea I planted. Fool, I.
I get along well with other thugs. The Monarda Jacob Kline I plnated where it is dry. It looks a bit anemic, but is only creeping at a snail’s pace.
The Anise Hyssop I whack back into bounds twice a year.
The charming sundrop that I found in the neighbor’s lawn does quite well in pots. Perfectly happy, both of us.
I am sure I have more, but those are the ones I deal with the most.
Actually these days I’m less worried about what’s taking over the perennial bed than what’s taking over the lawn …