This is a small pile of dead buttercups. It represents just the first 10 minutes of this year's July 1 long weekend project. I confess, I only spent the better part of a day doing this, and my back and shoulders and arms are now telling me that was quite enough, thank you very much!
Supervised by Oz, who was a little concerned I might be heading toward the catmint with that trowel...
...I headed under the apple tree, by the back deck, to deal with this:
It's actually really pretty, right? Except that this lovely little shady bed was being absolutely choked by those sweet buttercups. The keen-eyed among you will also note the handsome variegated leaf of the devil incarnate, goutweed. Believe it or not, there is very pretty fern, lilly-of-the-valley, geum, saxifrage, and sweet woodruff under there, along with the hellebore and brunnera.
Here's the discard pile by the end of the day ( well, photo taken the next morning, but still):
And here are the views all that digging opened up (note one sparkly blue toenail for scale):
The poor old sweet woodruff is pretty trampled. I'm hoping with some warmth and water (and no buttercups) it will make a recovery.
And the catmint got off unscathed.
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| Well, that's alright, then. |
