Morning Glory (AKA my nemesis)

Mystery plants in gardens can be cool. When they're good, we call them "volunteers". When they're bad, I call them Morning Glory.

I let Morning Glory volunteer a couple years ago thinking it was a volunteer pea. It wasn't until I watered in the early morning one time that I noticed the vibrant, lovely purple flowers. Aha! This is Morning Glory!

Fast forward to the next summer. Morning.Glory.Sproutlings.EVERYWHERE!

I hate you.

I'm about 99% positive this is Morning Glory. The first 2 leaves always look like butterfly wings and the next two are pointed. After this it's a foot tall and after that it's winding around your ankles and after that it's gone to seed to drive you crazy next year.

The only blessing about this beautiful weed is how easy (and satisfying) it is to pluck them from the soil. If you're creepy and gross, like me, weeding these little suckers is akin to acnephilia. (I had no idea that term existed -- I just googled "joy of picking or popping things out".)