Rake and Palette

I've never cared much about managing a lawn. The reward/effort ratio seems backwards to me. In fact, I harbor a conspiracy to reduce and replace grassy areas with (you guessed it) more garden. We on the home management committee periodically debate this topic.

Discovering the verdant pest

One spring, around ten years ago, I discovered a new member of lawn flora with a viney habit and spikes of small, blue flowers. Like everything else in the lawn, this was not my doing. It began to spread. When I happened upon it in a plant catalog, my viney newcomer got a name: Bugleweed (ajuga reptans). This dainty looking plant is for sale! Check out Dave's Garden - people buy it, sell it, trade it and propagate it! Please don't. It continued to spread.

Consequences of ignorance

As I ignored it, the ajuga was emboldened to form denser patches, entirely displacing the turf in some spots. Still, lawn is lawn. What, me worry? But then it turned nasty. Its runners crossed the sacred boundary between lawn and garden and never looked back. It had my attention now. "Invasive" is too genteel a word for this mindless marauder.

The enemy within

De-ajuga-ing is an art form. You (easily) spot an invading runner and you very gently pull -- it breaks if you tug too hard, which misses the whole point, and risks further colonization at the break point. Like a hydra. So, you trace its path carefully and gently lift it from the soil and usually end up with a stringy yard or two (meters) of connected stems that extended from the original clump or runner. I often let the weed pile sit on the patio til it bakes to death. Much safer than adding it to the compost pile uncooked. If you don't mind the Sisyphisian nature of it, this activity can continue for as long as you like because the stuff is everywhere. De-ajuga-ing can even be satisfying, the way most weeding can be. But don't expect to eradicate it. Pure folly. When I'm in the thick of gardening-in-the-moment (see Hyperfocusing...), I might just as easily be extracting ajuga runners as pruning, de-bugging, or planting.

Roses are red, violets are blue (or white)

I fondly remember spending my weeding time de-violet-ing. Those were simpler times. While I still pull the occasional violet clump, it's like greeting an old friend with whom you once had a quarrel. Closer. Will I ever feel the same about ajuga? Heavens, what a thought. Share a comment about your weed of woe!