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...
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