Mom told me not to plant morning glories.
Morning glories and four o'clocks.
"You'll regret it" she said, "they are like weeds." Then she went on for at least ten minutes about how happy she was to FINALLY get rid of them in her yard.
In my defense, she has a nice garden. Beautiful soil and lots of lovely plants. She didn't NEED morning glories or four o'clocks.
My yard, on the other hand, is full of acidic soil and clay. I have no intention of bringing in tons of top soil or any other planting medium. I grow hardy plants. The kind that -- according to Southern gardener and author Felder Rushing -- you can't kill. My motto is "one chance and you're out." Plants get one season to prove themselves or I try something new.
Hence the morning glories and four o'clocks. Actually, the four o'clocks didn't do well, not even finishing the summer. Not sure why and I don't really care. The garden centers are full of possible replacements.
The morning glories, on the other hand, did quite well last year. Mixing with the clematis and other vines, they covered my trellises and arch with an amazing amount of greenery.
They weren't drop dead gorgeous, but they were prolific and I was happy enough. But I didn't plan to replant them again this year.
Oh, but mom was right. They ARE like weeds. It's barely mid-March and I'm pulling seedlings up by the dozens. Possibly into the three figures. All from just two plants last year. And this is likely to continue for weeks before I am rid of them all.
I hate it when she's right.
Sorry, mom.
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