Let us now give thanks for bindweed. Seriously.
Last Sunday I yanked yet another cubic yard of Convolvulus arvensis out of the corner garden that started my personal journey in the dirt five years ago. I reflected on what would be admirable qualities in any other plant — or, for that matter, any human.
Persistence. Deep roots. Long reach. A willingness to grow anywhere, including the widening chasm between my sidewalk and its crumbling curb. Bindweed shrugs when we curse it. It snuggles down in thorny, daunting places. Rip it away from a treasured rose? It twines amid the catmint where, distracted by that happy apian buzz, you simply overlook it.
Gardening is like that, too, for just when you think you’ve given up, no more, not planting anything new this year, thank you, turn the page — it pops up again in your life, an old friend with new clothes and a smart new haircut. Editing Grow this season has taught me so much, but mainly a new and steadier way to love this subject and the transformations plant people are bringing to the Front Range and beyond.
Every year as Grow’s season ends it feels as though we’re being ripped away from you just when we were really getting to know one another.
This time, we’re not. You’ll see gardening content regularly in Saturday’s Inside & Out section. Meanwhile, you’ll be hearing from us during the week on the garden blog Digging In, for which we’ve been harvesting ideas all spring. Check it out at . You can still invite readers to your own garden by posting photos at . As always, we’d love to hear from you at living@denverpost.com.
Thanks for coming to the party. Don’t be a stranger. And yes, we’ll see you soon. — Susan Clotfelter
