This started a few days ago while trying to clean out my insanely horrible side of the house. I found these super pretty little plants with heart shaped leaves and really pretty purple flowers. I thought oh my goodness I must rip you out and replant you in places that can be seen by people that don't try to cover you up with a trampoline 2 feet from my garden/bedroom window ahemneighborsahem. Anyhoo, I replanted a few of these little guys next to my backdoor steps and one in front of my mailbox. Looking pretty, I was far too proud of myself and continued on with my day(s). Back at it, soon after, I was walking in the back of my yard only to find these same little flowers growing in the middle of my grass. A split second of me thinking, "How did this flower get here?" turned into: OH MY GOD IT'S A WEED! I began researching to find something called "creeping charlie." I then ran to begin ripping the just replanted weed flowers out of my yard so my neighbors wouldn't think I'm completely insane.
Cut to yesterday I was back to working on my side yard, cleverly shaded by the monstrosity that is the trampoline, I began tearing out stumps of bushes my hubs and I had cut out last year. These things were huge so I began using my favorite gardening tool, a reciprocating saw. I was gleefully sawing away when I realized there was a rubber pipe that had sneakily shown up in the dirt. I have a gas furnace so I immediately thought, gas line, stay away from that. I began to use a shovel to dig up the stump when suddenly the line popped out of the ground with a nice clean cut it in. It's as if someone had used, say, a reciprocating saw to cut it (who'd have thunk?). Thinking I was milliseconds away from blowing my dog, me, and my sweet little home up, I called my emergency "help, I might blow up my dog, me and my sweet little home" line, aka mom.
She arrived to share with me that this was the line that had gone to the gas lamp post that we had dug out a few months back. The gas line had been shut off long before (confirmed with a contractor at my house for the OTHER lamp post). She then helped by ripping out the stumps, essentially with her bare hands, like a boss leaving me there like a chump. In the midst of that she told me that those little flowery plants were not creeping charlie but probably a viola or something.
Shyeah right mom, whatever. But this statement did to me what mom statements do. Which is completely deny that it could possibly be accurate but put a little bug in my head that mmmmmaybe you need to look into it. So that led to this evening. All alone to take care of this house by myself as my husband galavanted to Boston to watch the Reds play at Fenway park, I decided to SLAVE over trying to identify this plant. After googling 5 million different types of descriptions I was finally led to *drum roll* a wild violet.
I literally know nothing about plants so I thought is a wild violet a weed or a pretty little plant. Yes, it's a weed but yes it's a pretty little plant that people leave in their yards for ground cover. Who knew gardening was so complex with grey area. I don't know what I'm doing, give me a definitive keep it or rip it out answer, dammit internet. This has left me to where I am now, procrastinating the decision by writing this blog. You have come to live another day you little weed plant.
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