Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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Convulvulus

One of the things I do when I'm walking round the garden is pull up bindweed. I feel a little bad about this because bindweed is also a living thing, has as much right to the space as anything else- and its flowers are rather lovely, but if you're going to have a garden there are things you can allow and things you can't- and the proliferation of bindweed is one of the latter. Left to itself it would spread and spread and smother everything in its path- including the house itself.

I once had tenancy of a garden that was over-run with bindweed- and decided to eradicate it. I didn't just pull but also dug- and realized as I soldiered on that I'd taken on an impossible task. Bindweed grows fast, has a root system that is easily as far-reaching as its growth above ground, can regenerate from the smallest scrap and is essentially unkillable. All one can really hope to do is make it feel unwelcome...

I suppose poison might do the job, but poison is unselective, gets into the ecosystem and eventually works its way round to us- and I refuse to use it on anything.
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