The Sh*t L*st

I have nothing against weeds. But I've started a garden, so they go on the shit list. I don't do this with malice. It's not personal. They do what they were meant to do. But as Oscar Wilde says, the only link between art and nature is a well-made buttonhole. And no one has ever put groundsel in a buttonhole.

The author of one garden book said that her father wouldn't let her pick a weed as a child until she could name it. In the spirit of genocidal sportsmanship, I've adopted the same rule.

Weeds picked today: sowthistle, oxalis.