I am having a battle with bindweed (Calystegia sepium) this year. I thought I had won the battle with this most pernicious of weeds two years ago when I planted most of the garden. I knew there was a few bits left but I did the most stupid thing I could have done and was complacent. Last year I did not take those few winding strands very seriously and this year I am paying the price because, with renewed vigour, in the lovely rich soil, last year’s wispy strands have become great swathes of lush green leaves swamping a few rose bushes and some of the red currents. I am almost panicking but instead I am daubing as much as I can with Roundup Gel. This is the best time of the year to treat it because the plants are full of leaf and about to take nutrients back into those thick white ‘roots’ so they take down the weedkiller too. Within two weeks the leaves start to turn yellow and brown and I feel (probably foolishly) that I am winning the battle.
So I was out with my gel yesterday and something unusual caught my eye. A shaft of sunlight (unusual enough you may say) had pierced the canopy of foliage and, at that precise moment, had hit the back of one of the white trumpets. Luckily I had my camera by my side so managed to take a (not very good) photo of the amazing way the sun had illuminated the bloom. Even the most annoying weed can look beautiful sometimes.