A photographic journey through my weedy garden.
Weeds in the baby tears...
... and in the fern.
Weeds around the pond.
Pretty jonquils in a mulch of weeds.
Weeds climbing up the Kangaroo paw.
Weeds everywhere in the broad bean bed.
I can't tell the leeks from the weeds.
And growing up the fence in the chook shed... giant weeds. You'd think the chooks would help me out a bit but clearly they're much too well fed.
Weeds look bad.
They suck the nutrients from the soil and inhibit the growth of nearby plants.
Weeds hide sneaky little pests like slugs and snails that come and eat my seedlings overnight.
Weeding is a never ending, mind-numbing chore that I know I must do - but when the weather is gloomy I feel the same. Instead, I'm leaving my fingerless gloves on and my gardening gloves remain in the shed. I sit on the heating vent, look out to the grey and curse myself for the jobs out there I really ought to do.
I have confessed before to being a tad lazy and have just confirmed this with photographic evidence of the current state of things in my patch. I don't believe in magic and know I will have to do some work, but surely you gardeners out in blog-world have some tricks you can pass on to me. I used to mark year 12 exams and the only way I could get through the torturous hours in that week was to reward myself with a piece of chocolate after completing every five. I don't think that'll work for me with these weeds. How do you deal with your weeds when they're out of control?