My own wildlife garden has been sadly neglected for the past several years as I’ve struggled to recover from an auto accident. Amazingly, my garden has continued to be a wildlife haven: the birds continued to nest and feed, the garden was full of butterflies, the native bees seemed happy, and the bats swoop around every evening collecting insects.
But last fall I was away for several months as I became my mother’s full-time caretaker while she was ill. And my wildlife garden finally succumbed to all of this neglect. The Norway Maple seedlings grew large, the Sweet Autumn Clematis swallowed everything is sight, English Ivy happily climbed all of the trees, Japanese Stilt Grass has made a thick impenetrable carpet, and lots of other invasive thugs have moved in.
Very few of my native plants remain in the mess that has swallowed my garden. I have been working diligently trying to pull these invaders out of my garden, but to little effect. There is just too many invasives and not enough hours in the day.