I'm a lazy gardener. My strategy is to let (almost) everything grow wild then pull up the things I don't like when they're big enough to grab hold of. (One fairly obvious exception is dandelions because their roots grow strong and deep so I don't let them get too big).
My problem at this time of year is on the grass... mowing around the things I want to keep while trying to get rid of ugly stuff without disturbing the nice stuff.
As usual I have poppies and it's always interesting to see where they'll set up shop because they're never in the same place two years running. I wish they weren't so fragile though... the slightest breath of wind and the petals are gone. Which is the Sod's Law of gardens really: Why are nice things so hard to keep while ugly things are so hard to get rid of?
Here's a pleasant consequence of not knowing what you're doing: Five years ago I tried to grow Rosemary in a planter. It is now all over the place except where I put it. The Garden Mint on the other hand only grows where I found it when I moved in and resists all attempts to transplant it elsewhere. My little bistro table where I have my lunch on sunny days is right between some big clumps of Mint and Rosemary and the combined smell is fantastic.
My biggest headache is the crazy paving. I can't eradicate the grass that grows there without killing everything else so my options would seem to be either tolerate the unwelcome for the sake of the welcome, or leave it completely bare.
Digging up dandelions (and that stuff with spidery red stalks and little purple flowers... what is that?) has left my lawn very patchy. Last time I tried to repair it with a Homebase lawn repair kit I ended up with different species of grass that just looked stupid together and I had to destroy the whole thing and start from scratch, so this year I might try letting the grass grow until it seeds and hopefully fills in the patches by itself.
My garden tools are: A lawmower, a rotary strimmer type thingy, a fork, a trowel, a pair of shears and that's it. My wheelbarrow no longer serves the purpose for which it was designed - it's currently full of nothing but dirt, haven't decided what I'm going to put in it this year... maybe tomatoes.
So that's my gardens... basically wild but not (quite) out of control. I could rationalize it by saying I enjoy the natural randomness and don't want to interfere too much with Mother Earth, but the truth is I'm lazy, and happy to be so.
1st June 2020 16:50 by Luna
Sphinx has given me the honour of starting this thread and I thought this Poem seemed appropriate - by that well known author - Anonymous! It was originally written in Middle English circa 13rh century. Here are both the original and the modern versions. I seem to remember having to learn both versions while at Primary school - did anyone else?
Summer is a coming in (Modern English)
Summer is a coming in,
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
The seed is growing
And the meadow is blooming,
And the wood is coming into leaf now,
The ewe is bleating after her lamb,
The cow is lowing after her calf;
The bullock is prancing,
The stag cavorting
Sing merrily, cuckoo!
You sing well, cuckoo,
Never stop now.
Sing, cuckoo, now; sing, cuckoo;
Sumer is i-cumin in ( Middle English)
Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.
Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu, nu.
Sumer is i-cumin in—
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lhouth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth—
Murie sing, cuccu!
Wel singes thu, cuccu.
Ne swik thu naver nu!