This year I have enacted all out warfare on chickweed. You may not grow this jaunty fellow in your part of the world. Here the chickweed begins as an innocuous pincushion until the multiple antenna sprout up and flower. In that instant we either pull it, gently shaking multiple hair-fine roots from the ground, or we pull it too late and it explodes seeds in all directions.
Hopkins was obviously on a recreational walk over someone else’s land when he lauded the weed. I share his enthusiasm for spring green, birds and flowering trees, but not so much for the chickweeds.