I am preparing for battle. No, not the battle between me and the weeds - although there will be some of that, since the mystery weed is blanketing beds it hadn't been in previously. What is it? (It's not bindweed, and I'm pretty sure it's not echinacea, although if it is all my friends and in fact most of the population of Canada can expect to get tinctures for Christmas. But thanks for even trying, Paula and Jean!)
No, I'm speaking of the battle between my stubborn perfectionist streak and my desire to look at my life and my garden with more equanimity. Spring is the time when many weeds, not just my mystery plant, make their presence known. Instead of freaking out (which I am doing just a little - can you tell?) I want to engage in calm, measured, carefully paced measures to deal with the unwanted plants, all the while accepting with an open and peaceful heart the gifts that even the weeds in my garden bring me and the lessons they can teach me. Instead of looking out on my garden and thinking of the scores of items on my to-do list, I want to use it as an opportunity to embrace the world with all of its beautiful imperfections. Wabi-sabi and all that.
Ha! Who am I fooling?
In the meantime, while I work on the anally-retentive aspects of my personality, here are some of the things growing at Mucky Boots that don't fill me with the urge to dig up and rip out.