Why do I have this obsession with uprooting invasive species? Why can’t I leave ill enough alone? At the last house, on a civilized-size city lot, much of it taken up by house, garage, and paved patio, I spent the whole time we lived there digging up creeping bellflower and its nasty huge roots, when I wasn’t taking on Bishop’s Weed and creeping Charlie. I remember being relieved when Charlie took over the flowerbeds, because that meant I had WON against the bellflower. A few more rounds of digging, and I was also shut of Charlie in the flowerbeds, though I gave up on it in the lawn.
Here, at least, there is no creeping bellflower. I shall pause to give thanks.
HOWEVER, there is a slope down to a ditch, outside our actual property but which we are still responsible for maintaining, which has turned from slightly wild to seriously overgrown. The real problem is that when we moved in it had been shaded by a row of evergreens, but one of those trees died and we had to have it removed. Then a host of opportunistic plants moved in and invited all their friends to party hearty. If it were just the day lilies, I would leave them alone and count my blessings. They’re not native, but I love them, they’re pretty, they grow thickly enough to choke out all sorts of other stuff I don’t want. But next to the lilies is an area that was thick with wild carrot, periwinkles (probably escaped from the garden but possibly deliberately planted as groundcover), asters, motherwort, creeping Charlie, and crown vetch.
Two years ago, I focused on pulling up the wild carrot, which was invading the garden as well as that wild slope. That was a big job, but relatively speaking, a piece of cake. Wild carrot has single roots! Like carrots! Pull up a plant before it goes to seed and you’re in clover! Um, so to speak. I noticed the vetch, knew what it was and what it would do, but at that point there was very little of it, and I had other priorities.
Last year I just did not have the energy to do any gardening to speak of. I put down black plastic over the patch I’d cleared of wild carrot, and hoped it would kill the periwinkle and creeping Charlie. In the past couple of weeks, I have taken up the plastic and laid down a thick layer of wood chips in its place. I’d like to start planting natives, but it’s too hot and dry at the moment. Maybe in the fall, maybe next spring.
So I moved on to the vetch-ridden area. OMG. I just wanted to clear it so I could put down more plastic. I have several yard-waste bags full of the vines. This morning I went to do some final touch-ups . . . and spent two hours digging up vetch rhizomes, which led to digging up some large stones left by the previous owners, which led me to the realization that this is not the first time vetch has taken over this slope. The area that used to be shaded by the defunct evergreen has relatively young, small vetch plants. The area where these large stones were scattered has big, old, tough, deeply-rooted rhizomes. I think the previous owners ripped out the vines, put the stones down, and hoped for the best. They may have got it for a few years, but the roots are coming home to roost. Or something.
There are a few more shoots marking bits I’m going to try to dig up, and then the plastic really is going down. I may keep the area mulched but not planted for a year after the plastic comes up (that is, till 2026), to see whether I’m going to have to dig over the whole damned slope, which is bigger than the entire garden at the old house, not to mention having evergreen roots further down, and probably more big stones not too far under the surface. Or maybe it’ll be time to hire a guy with earth-moving equipment, rip up the entire side yard, put down new topsoil, and lay sod. But what I want is a native wildflower garden. And that, I suppose, is my answer to the question I started with. I want milkweed, and Joe Pye weed, coneflowers and wine-cups, and assorted other flowering plants that belong here and will support Monarch butterflies and native pollinators.
But I could dig up the lawn and plant them there, instead of struggling with the wild patch. I suppose my feeling is that since it’s wild, it should be native-wild, instead of invasive-wild. And maybe this is my way of dealing with environmental anxiety: rather than worry about the planet, I obsess about reversing entropy in my little corner of it, where I may actually be able to make some headway.