One of the hardest of tasks for many gardeners is to remove perfectly healthy plants. By their nature they are nurturing souls, sensitive to a fault and to destroy is not in their nature. It doesn’t matter that the plant in question is in the wrong place, a horrendous colour, swamping everything else, just darned ugly, it is sacred. Don’t tell me you fell for that nonsense? We love nothing better than to pull trees up with our bare hands or perhaps rip them out with our teeth on a particularly wearing day. All just for fun. The truth is somewhere in the middle of these two extremes. Sometimes tough decisions have to be made, especially where space is limited. Take the point in question. We have a tiny garden. These crocosmeia are very pretty. However they are not pretty enough, there are other more attractive prospects waiting in the wings. They hold no emotional ties as they were here when we arrived. And they are too invasive by far. They are doomed. When I gather the strength and the inclination, they will be dug out. As anyone who has tried to remove these South African corms before, that will not be as easy as it sounds. Next year I will probably be writing a parallel post.