My battle with weeds
WEEDS are fashionable. Everyone, we are told, has a favourite weed and tolerates its presence in the garden. Buttercups—one of the most pernicious weeds —were a common component of several prize-winning gardens at Chelsea last year. Horticultural chatterers are united in their approval: how bold, how charming, how sophisticated.
Well, I loathe weeds. They compete with the plants that I want to grow. They’re all very well in verges, meadows and woodlands, but those are the places
