Why is it that the golden chain tree I pamper and fuss over struggles and dies, but the volunteer oaks and maples in my hedge that I repeatedly behead flourish and thrive? The tenderly cared-for vegetable seedlings in my garden gasp and fade while the maltreated weeds next to them zoom off like rockets.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Native species and all of that. But it hardly seems fair. Luckily the weeds are mostly edible, because the veggies aren't doing too well. Today's salad has:
- two kinds of lettuce
- radishes
- plaintain
- purslane
- lamb's quarters
- orange lilies
- lavender
- chives
- garlic scapes
- wild strawberries
I only planted 5 of those. The rest are volunteers.
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