Some things never change here at Wit's End. Two years ago today, I wrote this post about the deceptively demure beauty of Spiderwort, Tradescantia virginiana, and the process by which you become disenamored of the plant. So why did I spend most of today the same way I spent that day in January 2010, to wit, grubbing out spiderwort seedlings around the pond?
The answer is in the picture above: isn't she lovely? I'm under no illusion that I got all the seedlings nor am I foolish enough to believe more won't sprout. But at least for now, I have some illusion of control. And this year, damn skippy I will deadhead each and every plant before it sets seed!
P.S. If I ever ask you if you want some Spiderwort seedlings, turn around and run the other way while shouting the mantra "Friends don't let friends plant spiderwort!"