Often thought of as a tough neighbourhood. Well the jungle refers to my garden. It is a jungle.
The plants are growing tall. I let some of the natural wild flowers just bloom and grown. The old vegetable garden is full of everything. I have been putting the compost items there hoping some renegade seeds will sprout something. You know when you find a squash growing in a flower bed. Well I want the old veggie garden to do that. Perhaps it is wishful thinking.
I try to keep the front yard neat as I can. Then you come through the gate and bam the jungle is there.
Once some spring flowers have finished in my paths like those precious blue forget -me-nots, I am going to use my weed whacker and cut off the foliage. Then I will spray the paths with some weed wipe out. I used to spray the whole plant then it would kill the top leaves but not kill the plant.
I have learned. Too hard to try to hand pick thousands of little growth plants.
Besides I let the garden be wild last year. Guess what? Lots of different butterflies and birds visited.
So if I am tired of trying to get some order, the jungle it will be.
Of course the pots on the porch are okay.
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