Enemy takes control

The weed invasion, the dread of every gardener, is an offensive that must be stopped.

Weed invasion. If you talk to gardeners they always seem to be waiting! They wait in anguish or jubilation for rain, for sun, for relief from high winds or the burning effects of frost and ice.

They wait for spring, for the first snowdrops, and for species tulips some of which make pools of brilliant red, like spilled paint cast about under bare-leafed trees in April.