"In our every deliberation, we must consider the impact of our decisions on the next seven generations" - From the Great Laws of the Iroquois Nation
Monday, March 29, 2010
Ode to Oxalis
Oh Oxalis, how I missed you so!
When I lived back East, you did not grow.
You were considered exotic and people would pay a lot of money for you
Just to have you flail in their garden and then you'd die, boo hoo.
I wanted my son to experience picking and tasting your juices so sour
But trips to California is springtime were out of my power.
When I moved back home, my first spring was thrilling!
Me in bare feet, the yellow of your flowers, the mountains so green.
But now that I farm, I must say you are not my friend
I dig up your gross wormy roots, your acorn shaped seeds, so invasive! It just doesn't end.
So now sadly I know the truth and must re-catagorize your class -
You belong with the dreaded bindweed and that yucky Bermuda grass.
Labels:
Oxalis,
sour grass,
weed
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2 comments:
LOVE IT!
But of this plant the chickens love to eat,
What we label invasive they deem a tasty treat!
You just gotta get yourself some hens, my friend.
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