Weeds

Along with the beautiful flowers and bushes in bloom here on the East End, the weeds are making a strong stand this year. It seems that as soon as I pull one, two replace it, and I can never get ahead of it. I can't stand to do any yard work in the heat of the day and it shames me to remember how my mother would spend hours and hours in her garden every year no matter what the weather. But I just don't love it the way she did - in fact I hate it. I love the flowers but I hate the weeding.

My goal since I started this garden years ago was to eventually have one that needed little work. An English garden, if you will, that's full of perennials and ground cover so I can wade in occasionally and take out the tall weeds that manage to gain a foothold. We bought as much pachysandra as we could afford a few years ago and spaced it out in the garden and this year its finally spread enough to really be making a difference. I think in two more seasons it will have done its job and the weeding will be minimal. But until then I need to be more vigilant. Because once it gets to a certain point I find it all overwhelming.

OK - enough talk now. I think I'd better get out there and get busy.