Since I knew next to nothing about gardening when we bought this house, I considered anything that grew to be a major victory on my behalf. I didn't know if it was a weed or a black-eyed susan, if it was growing it had a place in my garden.
On several occasions, Pat, my former garden guru neighbor, would come over, wrestle her hand around a 2-foot tall plant, what I now know would be garlic mustard, and yank it out saying, "That's a weed."
Dead nettle: friend or foe?
Now that I'm more comfortable, I have no problem pulling out the weeds or even a plant if I don't want it or it's becoming invasive. That's why I've come down hard on the backyard. I really let it go the last 2 years not knowing that the dead nettle would rise above and defeat 1/4th of my backyard faster than I can write this blog entry.
This has been, for me, a huge leap of faith in my gardening. I'm not scared anymore, I'm trusting my judgement and moving onward. Preferably without the horrible invasive ground cover.