I may have to give up organic gardening. The weeds have become zombies and I am experiencing the apocalypse.
My poor Schicken and butterfly garden.
It's not just the pesky mimosa trees and sticky weeds and creeping-what-ever-the-heck-that-insidious-thing-is, it's the flowers of times gone by. We planted Torina thirty feet away by the pool about ten years ago. Every Spring? It covers the vegetable beds. And these Cosmos?
Were put in as seeds about six years ago. The Torina is carefree, taking up where ever it can. Content to grow under the shade of a tomato. But the Cosmo is an opinionated bully, springing up in walkways and shoving around the vegetables. The bed they have taken over with such abandon is actually an okra bed. The shamed okra is cowering beneath the showy Cosmos' display of strength.
I wish the little bunny who has been eating my beet tops and cabbages could learn to nosh on Cosmos and creeping-what-ever-the-heck-that-insidious-thing-is.