This is one of my favorite seasons. It only lasts about a month; you have to pay attention so you don't miss it.
It's hard to miss in our house though, since Rob has decided that garlic mustard is his personal Waterloo. And I'm afraid, like Napoleon, it will defeat him. My only hope is that it doesn't defeat him in the "I'm so depressed and stressed that my heart gives out" way.
For those of you who might not know, garlic mustard is an invasive plant that has completely taken over the undergrowth of wooded areas in much of North America. In places (like Britain) where it is native, there are many different species of insects and fungi that make use of the plant, keeping it in check. None of them live in North America.
In the meantime, Emma and I try hard to just nod and agree with his battle plans, rather than attempt any kind of rational argument about how we don't have the resources or energy to keep our three acres of woods clear through hand-pulling, and we should just concentrate on keeping the areas around the house and garden clear. Far too rational, I'm afraid.