The bindweed got a glorious hold on the gloriously blooming shasta daisies so I got in the midst and began to untangle. At times it is enough to find the base of the stems of bindweed, pull them out of the ground, and then, when the plant wilts in a day or so, pull them away from whatever they have been using as as support. In this case it needed quicker intervention: the bindweed was wrapped tightly under the chins of the daisies, choking them. This daisy got separated in spite of my trying to be gentle. I tucked it into the pocket of my gardening apron and carried it around with me until I got back into the house and it got put into a vase of water. Daisies are very forgiving. It perked right up.
The patch of horseradish is shoulder to shoulder with the iris and the lavender and has gotten rather massive. As I was staring at it and thinking the roots must be of a size to provide many roast beef dinners with the traditional accompaniment, I suddenly saw the beauty of the leaves. They became the basis for this bouquet.