I had to laugh when I walked into the glasshouse at Struan Farm and saw this in one of my planters full of winter lettuces:
Yep, a weed. A pretty, flowering weed but a weed nonetheless. I'd mixed compost into potting soil when we filled these, and this is the thanks I get from Mother Nature.
She's obviously telling me to take things one step at a time with my marathon weeding in the big garden and stop and smell the flowers! So I've put away my trusty Niwashi and am taking Clifford for a walk.
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