Is it possible to have too much of a good thing?

As I've mentioned multiple times to anyone who will listen, knowing anything about gardening is not one of my skill sets. As a result, it is always a complete shock when plantings take off. For instance, the African daisies in the Critter Café have grown over the path to the second bird feeder and it grieves me to ever step on any of the blossoms. Humming Tiptoe Through the Tulips (anybody remember Tiny Tim?) helps.

Then there's the garden bed with a lovely marble topped table at the foot which is so smothered in the ground cover that refuses to grow in the direction it should and instead, creeps over everything else -- beautifully, but none the less.

That same ground cover was planted in a corner with the intention of spreading out to add color and replace grass. The spreading stopped, but the color is fantastically intense, and I'm not even fond of pink and think it's glorious.

 

And now here's what is going to give true gardeners cause to shake their heads and do a lot of tsk tsking. There is one area of the front yard that is completely overrun with, dare I say it, a weed. Thing is, it provides food for bees and cover for other beneficial insects during the late winter/early spring. No matter the side eyes from actual garden pros, this happens every year and makes the bare dirt a thing for the hot summer. It's called Oxalis, and there are good reasons to get rid of it in your flower beds, but, sorry, not sorry for leaving it alone while it flourishes. Come summer, it will go.

 

 

It's true I let things get out of hand, but starting in April, after most of the rains have stopped, then it's trim, weed, transplant, and generally get serious about trying to pretend there is a method to my gardening madness.