The first full day of Spring, and the sun is out. I survey the yard looking at the muddy wet ground, full of weeds. My mind is on one weed. It is my focus point right now. It has taken over the entire west border. Its the Bishopsweed. I must get rid of it. I put on my grey gloves, I get my spade.

It is overwhelming, but I have a positive outlook. Hey if I can get out here every few days and weed for a while, maybe this can be beaten. The blackberries sidetrack me a while though, and I dig up the roots of a few long shooters that have pushed through the fence from the no man's land behind my neighbour's shed. I peek over the fence. Her garden is immaculate.

Bishopsweed is a bad bad plant to have in your garden. I foolishly planted it in a little clump, 15 years ago, when I was a keen and active gardener. I dug it up from a garden from a house that was to be demolished. I also brought home some autumn crocus that day. The last crocus croaked last fall. The bishopsweed flourishes.