More Weed Talk, but No Poetry
I loved learning from Anne about out what “Weeds She Wants.” Then for a touch of class she ended the post with a poem, which mine won’t. (Anne routinely classes up the joint by her very Britishness.)
So about weeds, I offer a definition. To me they’re not plants growing where I don’t want them – a common definition – because that would include the Rudbeckias I planted that proceeded to spread wantonly to where I don’t want them. Same deal with milkweed.
No, I think of weeds as volunteers – any plant that comes unbidden into my garden, usually by wind. And here are three such weeds that I’ve welcomed after their surprise arrival in my gardens, arranging them where I think they look best.
This trailing Sedum has appeared in both my DC-area gardens and gone on to cover lots of ground successfully without the need for supplemental water. If it spreads where I don’t want it, nothing is easier to pull up than these shallow-rooted babies.
I’ve seen it identified as Sedum acre but local Sedum expert Ed Snodgrass identified it for me as sarmentosum.
Rose Campion or Lychnis coronaria
I’ve nurtured this one for years but I’m even more enamored with it since I painted my front-patio chairs fuchsia. My color preferences seem to be getting bolder as I age.
Mexican Evening Primrose or Oenothera speciosa
This one’s an early summer ephemeral that I wish were a bit more thuggish because I never have enough. It’s apparently a regional native – unless I’m misidentifying it and if I am, I bet someone will tell me.