What is a weed? In the wild cultivated gardens the answer is slightly different. There are no mulched flower beds here. Instead there are paths through the wildness. The entire garden is one big flower bed.
The idea of an unwanted plant in the flower bed then becomes an impossible notion.
Another approach is needed to define a weed because of the sheer impossibility of removing every unwanted plant that comes up. Even dull or boring plants are not necessarily unwanted. It would not be a good thing, nor would it last long, to weed down to bare ground. Something will always fill the bare space, quickly.
When things get planted a small hole is carved out in the green matrix for the new addition. I have found thirty out of one hundred camassia I planted last fall. Small and grass like, they just may not be standing out where I think I planted most of them. I'll find them when they bloom.
Considering the conditions in a garden that is one giant flower bed, it would not be appropriate for the Great Lawn to be some pristine carpet of turf. I deliberately added more blooming weeds to it. The Great Lawn fits in to the wildness.
The criteria for a weed here is more exacting. The two big offenses are smothering and annoying. Once a plant has been deemed one or both, weeding becomes a single species, garden wide effort to eradicate if from three acres of ground. Everything else is ignored.
For several years I have targeted my main enemy, Clematis virginiana, Blackberry, Elderberry, tree saplings in the utility easement because I have to and Snapweed or Impatiens pallida in the ridge top garden. The Impatiens is nice and the hummingbirds love it, but it wants to be five feet tall and form a monoculture excluding light to everything else. It can live on the perimeter.
I have made so much progress in my clematis eradication efforts, this year two new weeds are being added to the list. Lamium galeobdolon that I have been spraying in the winter while all else is asleep is now being hand weeded to get the remnants the spraying misses.
Cleavers, Galium aparine, is smothering and annoying. I want it out of here. The campaign has begun. It will no longer be ignored.
I'm tempted to weed out this daffodil because the color of the cup looks like a rotten egg yolk. This is my least favorite daffodil.
That's how I weed in the wild cultivated gardens, a few species at a time. Everything else can be ignored. It makes the impossible possible.