It’s gardening season, the eternal struggle between garden and gardener. And the older I get the more of a struggle it becomes.

I wonder if God looks down his nose at me when I pull some of his creations out and throw them in the trash. Afterall, a daylily is a flower. I just don’t want it there. For those of you who have dealt with daylilies, you know they are invasive. If I had a large lot, I’d let them take over a spot, but not in the middle of my dwarf pampas grass in my front flower bed.

The saga of my daylilies has been going on for many years. A friend moved and wanted to take some of her daylilies with her. They lined the side of the old house. So, I dug them up, took them to her, and brought a few to my yard. Mistake! Now they are everywhere. The ones along the back fence (which is being replaced as I write this) will probably survive the fencing crew. But the one that came up in the middle of my ornamental grass, had to go.

Enid is in the middle of a drought. I watered a couple of days ago with plans to dig out the ornamental grass/daylily mass. My plan was to dig it all up and sort it out. Throw out the invader and replace the intended plant. The ground was hard as a rock in the Oklahoma wind. Or maybe it was the old gardener on the other end of the shovel. But it was not as easy as I just stated.

In the end, I persevered. I got the clump out of the soil and sorted out the problem plant. I am sure there are still tubers in the soil that will raise their ugly (I mean lovely) heads sometime. My shovel and I will be ready. But that is Another Story another Time.

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