I do.
At first I adored it – which is why it made it to my garden. Then I embraced it and cherished it year after year. Each winter it would die down only to resurrect itself at the start of spring and my affections grew for it beyond compare.
As I was so enamoured with it, I would take cuttings and plant it in other parts of my garden too. True to form, it flourished in these spots as well, blooming with ease.
Then, the relationship soured. I started to notice that this plant wasn’t being faithful to the garden beds in which I had planted it in. Under the secrecy of night it would spring up in places where I never expected it could grow. First, it was the lawn. Then the paving. Could this plant be stopped?
The time called for drastic measures. It was a do-or-die situation and I wasn’t prepared to lose my garden for the sake of one plant. So, out it came. I was victorious. A conqueror. I had achieved what I had set out to do and won the battle against my garden’s enemy.
Until it came back.
And it’s still coming back. The lawn, different garden beds, paving, my dry creek bed; is there nowhere this plant won’t grow? So, now I’m vigilantly picking them out – root, by vicious root.
And I will NEVER plant evening primrose again.