On my tour of the garden this afternoon I finally resigned myself to the demise of my little bed of mache. It had survived the winter, but it was being overtaken by the dratted chickweed.
I fetched my stirrup hoe and started digging. But lo and behold! It was like Moses parting the Red Sea. The mache went right, the chickweed went left. Soon I was on my knees, shaking out the clumps of perfectly formed mache and filling a big bowl with it.
I'm seeing the makings of a nice salad for Easter.
Oh, ye of little faith...