|Not bindweed, probably morning glory|
“Miss Marple bent down on the terrace outside the french window and dealt with some insidious bindweed. It was only a minor victory, since beneath the surface the bindweed remained in possession as always. But at least the delphiniums knew a temporary deliverance.” ~ Agatha Christie in Sleeping Murder.
A minor victory, a temporary deliverance, that’s what weeding really is, isn’t it?
We pull the weeds. For a brief time, the garden looks well-kept, as though a gardener tends it.
We turn our backs. The weeds grow. They were never really gone. Beneath the surface, they waited.
We pull the weeds.
Once we accept that weeds have possession of the garden, life in the garden improves immensely, doesn’t it?