I do an awful lot ot thinking about my garden! Recentlly I’ve been having thoughts about what Gilles Clement calls “Les vagabondes” and everyone else calls weeds. Rather than real weeds from somewhere over the fence, although that particular exchange tends to take place but in the opposite direction, I’ m thinking about plants which won’t stay put ,or smother the more delicate ones with their thug-like ways. Blessed, or cursed as may be with very fertile soil, it’s a constant battle to keep the precious ones alive! My lovely , grandmotherly (because they were among her favourites) Dianthus Mrs. Sinkins is struggling against an overwhelming show of Japanese Anemones. And the adored Regal Lilies fighting a losing battle against Michaelmas daisies! Since I tore up their roots things are looking better.
I thought it was only bamboo that needed drastic measures! Hostas planted in the wrong places are thriving and and Hellebores are simply hooligans. Certainly all these crowders give a good show, but I’m looking for something daintier, a little more loath to spill its guts!