Old-fashioned double daylilies grow rampant in my perennial bed. Twenty years ago, when I was laying out the gardens in the first house my husband
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The ubiquitous bindweed — harmless and pretty along the edge of the road, a creeping, smothering, unstoppable terror in the garden. Photo by LauraP

Old-fashioned stocks in my perennial garden. Yes, that’s dog hair hanging from the stalks. Photo by LauraP

Nineteen years ago, Mr. Sayles, the elderly man next door, gave me a few robust thornless blackberry plants. His own patch was mature, well-filled, and
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