Regular readers will know I’m endlessly fascinated by my ever-changing garden. Every day there seems to be a new burst of colour – all of them beautiful and all of them surprising.
My mum and dad have always been keen on gardening, but I never picked up much beyond daffodils, tulips, crocuses, pansies, wallflowers and geraniums. The only weeds I knew were daisies, dandelions, clover and stinging nettles.
My garden has as many weeds as it does flowers, but if I spot something beautiful, I assume it’s meant to be there. And so it was that I came across this lovely white flower, took a picture of it and shared it on both my blog and Instagram.
But then my friend Uley Girl asked if I had a bindweed problem.
What was the bindweed? Was it the weed just visible in the photo behind my lovely white flower?
No, apparently it WAS my lovely white flower and I needed to get rid of it.
I looked closely at the white flower and its stem – it was twisted round and round one of my other beautiful flowers. I untwisted it and pulled it up. And then I looked more widely.
I saw more of the yellowy-green leaves and more of the dark red stalks wrapped around my plants. I pulled them up too.
Then suddenly I could see it everywhere – wrapped tightly around flowers and weeds alike and climbing up the trellises. I pulled up as much as I could and was very grateful to discover it was only in one area of the garden, admittedly my favourite area – the part with the most colourful flowers. The flowers had just been starting to die off and lose their colour.
Was it the hot, dry weather? Had they reached the end of their lives? Or had the damn bindweed literally squeezed the life out of them?
When I’d pulled up as much as I possibly could, I realised we need some help to get a grip of our garden. There are too many weeds and too many plants that I don’t know if they’re dead or if they will come back to life next spring. We still have some big expenses ahead with the house, but I think we really need a gardener for a day or two just to get our garden under control.
So I don’t let any more weeds fool me and strangle the life out of it.