MEADOWS have a mind of their own. This summer, my little patch of un-lawn—roughly the size of a tennis court—has become a thicket of wild carrot. Last August, by comparison, there was a fairly balanced mix of scabious, knapweed and carrot.
In spring this year, I removed some plants of the meadow scabious and replaced them with the smaller. I also banished some knapweed, reckoning that these taller thuggish plants would overwhelm my mini meadow. Of course, I noticed the carrot seedlings, but told myself
