There is a splendid multi-stemmed myrtle in Max’s garden. Cinnamon peeling limbs, glossy evergreen leaves, heady white blossom and bull’s eye berries; year long it gives joy. It would be perfect, if not for one flaw. Beneath its canopy, and further still, it flings its fruit densely and indiscriminately. These germinate like sturdy cress, pushing woody roots deep. Today was spent pulling these invaders from their nursery. However it is a losing battle. There is no doubt that they will return en masse, all in the blink of any eye. Some you win, some you lose. Happens from time to time. Just to remind us who is in charge.