Remember the definition from my weed class? A weed is a plant growing where you don’t want it to grow. But now I realize that I don’t always know how to tell a seedling from a “weedling.”
One of my “regular” chores as a child was to weed around my mother’s fruit trees. We lived on about a third of an acre in suburban New Jersey where Mom grew apples, pears, peaches, and cherries. I never wondered before why the kids got to weed the trees and only the trees. Now I know. Even a child can distinguish between a weed and a tree.
Every spring I plant a mass of petunias in a little bed near the front steps of my house. How boring. One year I planted Ajuga, thinking that I’d would never have to plant that plot again. Instead, the Ajuga turned spotty and quickly became a “weed” that I tore out. This year, because I was racing to get the vegetable beds planted, I bought a handful of flower seed packets. One day, in the middle of an early, cold rainstorm, I sprinkled that plot with the seeds from those packets.
This is what I have today:
How do I tell what’s what? I can identify the grass, but not much else.
Here’s the corner of the plot:
Sort of looks like cone flowers. Right? Or maybe that’s one of the weedy brassicas my friend Lenora identified for me a couple of weeks ago. At this stage, they all look pretty much the same to me.
I can figure out the different sedums I planted and the one hardy chrysanthemum that came back from last fall. But the rest of it? What a hot mess!
It may end up being pretty when they flower, always assuming that I don’t have a bed of weedlings on my hands. Time will tell. Meanwhile, I’m taking some time to Google zinnias, cone flowers, poppies, and sunflowers, which are the seed packets I remember.
Oh and yes, next time I’ll write down what I plant. My bad.