Feverfew 06-05-10

I don't have a garden - I have a yard where nothing much grows but unkillable plants. When we moved into this house I redid the front with the help of Floyd's strong back and we drew up plans for the sides and back yards. But once he was diagnosised with a brain tumor I devoted most of my time and energy to dealing with that. After he died in 1990 I lost interest in most things, especially a garden. So, twenty years later, I have neglected roses, a lawn composed of weeds which the" mow and blow" guy keeps under control once a week and clumps of coreopsis and feverfew - neither of which seem to be 'killable'. I planted the feverfew in the hope that I cold use it as a treatment for the terrific headaches I used to have. I couldn't use it - the smell alone was enough to deter me - although I dried some and prepared it as a tea according to the instructions in a herbal remedy book. I couldn't get it down my throat. However, I do love the flowers - they are so 'happy' and just continue to grow and reseed no matter how much neglect they suffer. And the same applies to coreopsis which I planted in a row between the roses and the lawn - at this time of year they are glorious and sometimes people stop to ask me what they are. Sunshine on a stem, something that is always welcome during SCalifornia's June gloom weather.