I have not blogged regularly, mainly because the situation in our country is so grotesque that I can’t keep up and I don’t want to spend all my time with my readers picking at the scab that is our Current Embarrassment.
So here’s a post about out of control plants.
You may recall the Dill Plant That Ate Newnan and/or the Cardoon that Couldn’t Be Stopped. Both are now gone, because I ripped them out of the ground and ruthlessly discarded them.
But oh so quietly last year, a delicate little vine sprang up in the side patch where the cardoon was. I gave it a little frame to grow onto (to keep it from latching onto the shrubbery).
This year, of course, it has come back more determined, and so I’ve built it a large frame just to see how far it’s willing to go:
It has responded with enthusiasm:
…although it still seems to be looking for ways to devour the shrubbery.
Why am I allowing an obviously invasive plant to thrive in my garden?
It has these beautiful little flowers. I want to see if I can create a tower of the feathery leaves and brilliant red blooms.