May 11, 2024
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I Did a Dumb Thing
A coupletree years back, a nice young lady in town shared some of her “jerusalem artichokes” with me. These are a kind of tall, small-flowered sunflower that produces edible tubers.
I didn’t expect to receive these that day and didn’t know much about them, so I just chucked them in a very large ornate pot in the front flower garden for the time being. They threw up some large leafy stalks but ended up being nipped back by a bad drought, as they filled the whole pot up with roots and quickly drank every bit of water faster than I could get around to replacing it. The biggest one died back to a fat black stem and the others were kind of wimpy. I had other things to care about so I just let it go.
I dug out the tubers that I could find that Fall, put them in a bucket on the porch, and forgot about them until Spring, when on a wild lark I planted a little patch of them in the rich soil of my central garden area.
Toward midSummer, whenever a visitor arrived at my yard they would say, “What’s THAT?” and point to the massive towering sunflower bushes in the garden. They grew over 8 feet tall and were still getting taller and also spreading from the base, when it finally dawned on me what a menace they could be. I grabbed the electric-chainsaw-on-a-stick and took them all down to ground level.
I smothered the plot under several layers of cardboard and created a dead weed pile on top of that for good measure. But after clearing away all the coverings in late Winter this year, whatever was still in the soil started to sprout. And sprout. And sprout.
Now I can’t plant this bed with anything else until I am sure I have grubbed out each and every piece of this monster. I count myself lucky that I didn’t allow it to mature last year or God knows how hard it would be to eradicate them. Although of course the blooms and food would have been welcome, it’s just not worth it to risk the rest of my garden for these greedy things.
I have an idea about just putting the smothering layers back over the bed and planting through it or on top of it, which I will probably do when it is time to make squash mounds. Presumably the rhizomes will eventually give up the ghost when they are deprived of their solar panels for long enough.
My advice, if you like this plant, use these to cover an area remote to your house and other plantings so it won’t encroach on the things you want. Or just skip it entirely. They aren’t that pretty and my understanding is that the tubers give everybody the worst gas they’ve ever had, anyway.
Like Bishop’s Weed and horseradish, I won’t dare try to compost them, and risk spreading them all over the whole garden. I’ve been heaving them up on the back lawn for hubby to run over with the mower.
And now you’re ready for a nap. Have a beautiful Sunday.
Oddly enough, I was looking through scheduled poats and drafts to see if Sobek had anything ready, and I found an old one from me, from 2016, titled ‘Sunday Night Music Thread.’ So I deleted ‘night’ and here we are.
It was empty of content so I think I was probably planning on doing an old nighttime sort of thread where people share music and we make our own concert to see us out of the weekend.
We can certainly start that sort of thing earlier in the day if we want. How about we kick it off with this one from Tedeschi Trucks Band. The rest of the day is up to you guys.