DO YOU THINK I BELIEVE THIS FOR ONE SECOND? After nearly 30 years of fighting (losing?) the good fight, I know the one thing we can count on is that garlic mustard will outlive us. Thanks to Andre for another great doodle, and for making the slide into the low-light time sunnier that we’d have dared hope.
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If only weeds had feelings!
With the rain and cooler temps my Canada thistle and garlic mustard have sprung to life. The Canada thistle is doing especially well. Oh, and the pasture grasses I’ve tried to kill for three years are green and clumpy, getting bigger every day … my own vegetable version of Night of the Living Dead.
Enjoyed your visit on Ken Druse’s Real Dirt.
They might me sorry, but they will do it again. Seems that you can always count on them trying for some space in our gardens. Thank you Andre.
Welcome, James. ‘Night of the Living Dead,’ love it. I am reading Ken’s new book now for an upcoming review–it’s as beautiful as all of his works. Hope we see you again (unless the thistles get you).
Hmmm. If weeds had feelings, I’d have to believe that bindweed is one angry, spiteful pain in the you-know-what. I sincerely believe it enjoys toying with me, having me believe I’ve finally gotten rid of it, and then springing anew throughout my garden simply to crush those hopes.
No, bindweed would never be sorry. The dandelions, maybe (they look so darn cheerful!) but never the bindweed…
Hi, Colleen…did you use the B word? Uh-oh, hope it’s not listening or it will get even angrier…
I think this is my favorite doodle, yet. One only a gardener can truly appreciate.
I quite like weeds. Though clearly not the evil weed beginning with B.
In England, our future King (oh god may Elizabeth never die) Prince Charles talks to his plants (and possibly his weeds). Apparently they can hear him. And it makes them feel happy. And they grow better. Perhaps people should also talk to their weeds?
This is definitely my favorite doodle to date. But it will add to my garden worries…I don’t want to start feeling sorry for the weeds.
Liar, liar, pants on fire!!
I have been away today giving a garden lecture (NOT about weeds), leaving Andre in charge, and I come back to see Andre’s comment about Prince-who-will-be-King Charles. Almost threw up from laughing. Thank you all for the feedback (and Andre, will you pls warn me if you are going to tell Prince Charles jokes in the future? We could do a whole series on Camill(i)a).
No. Talking to weeds is out of the question. They take enough of a gardener’s energy as it is. Speak softly, carry big clawed stick.
Who needs to talk to the weeds? Not the guy I saw pulling and eating wild onions with his lunch!!! No kidding –he was eating them.
If I’d had enough nerve to approach him, I would have invited him to graze in my flower beds.
Doodle that!!
Awww, I love it! What an awesome drawing.
Welcome, Genevieve. Nice of you to say hello. Hope that we see you again soon.
That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Don’t believe their sweet faces. They will be in the proverbial cookies jar again as soon as your back is turned. I can hear mine growing right now.~~Dee
Oh, that’s the story of my garden in one punchline.
*crosses arms and glares at the horseherb and bindweed*