I love my back garden but I am not much of a gardener. When we moved into our house six or so years ago, I thought I would be. I poured over books, made detailed plans, planted, watered, pruned. And was left disappointed. Nothing looked like I wanted it to. Enter my dad who, possibly tired of my moaning about what I wasn’t achieving and what I didn’t know was in my garden, said “If you like it, it isn’t a weed. Don’t worry.”.
Since then, I haven’t. Instead of perfectly planted beds, come summer, my garden will be a mass of wildflowers (most of which I still don’t know the names of, though I’m getting there), herbs, and veggies in pots. It is beautiful chaos and I love it, as do the bees and butterflies. And, yes, amongst all this, there will be weeds. But who can hate them when they brightened up the first BBQ of the year?