Plants that go wild are the good ones- the ones suited to your soil and to your climate. What is a weed in one part of the world, is a prize possession elsewhere where conditions are not suited, and great care is required.
I have learnt to love the plants which are suited to my climate and conditions, and to enjoy them. And to use some control over them, if they really decide to grow in the wrong place.
Why do we want to fight all the time, why do we always want what is not suited?
I have a very old house with a wonderful cottage garden- and those plants are all my friends. If really in the wrong place- I move them, or pot them- and every year, I give lots and lots and share them around. And in the autumn, after flowering, any I don't want to seed, like golden rod for instance- I cut their heads off and bin them (not compost).
Pulmonaria, aqueligia, wild geraniums, veronicas, 6 different types of mint, and so many more. A joy.
Army horses loose on London streets
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.