A lot of times I deliberately cultivate weediness but this vignette is more of a spontaneous development. I don't even know what these plants are called (they have a lot of nightshade characteristics) but they grow everywhere beneath the rhodies. I usually pull them out in large handfuls every spring but the amount of seeds they produce is clearly legion.
This year - what with the spontaneous field garden ungrade project and everything else - I did not get the weeds cleared and replaced with dead nettle slips as I'd hoped I might. Now I find myself taken with the notion that the lion is happier having some level of concealment. But it's too much unplanned weediness. and the time to pull is now before they start scattering more seeds.
Today J and I focused our garden time on planting a small memorial plot for our departed calico queen, Celeste. I will take pictures and write about it once the space and various plants have had a chance to settle in. Last year I grew our shallots in one half of that space. The rest I planted with green bells of ireland and california poppies so I could prepare replacement essences of both.
As the season wore down I planted the bed with 13 sweet fennel plants grown from seed but only two survived our strange green winter. One has been a food source for a caterpillar that skeedaddled on out of there once J and I and a tray full of little plants arrived. The rest of the story should be told with pictures once things find their groove.
After the planting J went in search of Mama as it was past her 7 p.m. curfew. I stayed out watering here and there for the better part of two hours. This will hold everything until we either get rain on Wednesday or I need to water again on Thursday-Friday. Now I have only tulsi, a smattering of culinary basil varieties, and horsemint to plant in permanent seasonal locations. The luxury of empty space in the field means this isn't stressful beyond, you know, getting it done and dusted.
My game plan is both solid and realistic. So perhaps with age does come wisdom. Maybe?