The weather stands between me and the garden.
First it was cold and I must admit I did hope for snow and indeed snow fell.
So I ran outside and photographed the great drifts.
Okay it isn’t much snow. But often winter brings no snow at all to this valley…
Then recently we had some days of these little accumulations.
They fell, they melted, they fell, it rained, it snowed.
Then it snowed great feathery wet snow.
Then it turned to rain.
Now we are drowning in rain. The rivers and ditches are full. The fields are lakes. Roads are closed, people are evacuated to gymnasiums and churches. Roofs leak. (Not mine, this time.)
The Brick People are under this water, with only their tiny vertical masts showing still…
I did a systematic search outside, and I found no bulbs up, hardly anything growing much at all –except the Marsh Marigold.
It is not surprising to find this native plant growing already in the rain. It does really well here–in our marshes and in every part of the garden. It is also called Caltha palustris, but I just call it pushy.
Here is a picture of one of these little plants, in the woods garden this afternoon.
[See SPECIAL Follow-up REPORT below on this evil plant!]
Here is a picture of a swath of Marsh Marigold on high ground in April, almost engulfing the terrier.
When it pops up everywhere and is all abloom I want to dig it out, vacuum it up, pave it, anything! It is truly frightenly invasive here, even in clay earth that dries up with the first sunny days of May. But then this plant finishes its imperialistic show and sinks right back to the dirt, leaves and all, and I can kind of forget about it until the next year…
My weather app says rain all day, rain all week, rain forever.
The Bad News: I don’t swim well.
The Good News: we live on a hill.
SPECIAL follow-up REPORT on nasty invasive sneaky plant
-Lesser Celandine, not Marsh Marigold at all-
Thanks to alert readers (please see comments section of this post) I have become aware of a cruel hoax perpetrated against my garden by an old woman who is now dead but probably was clueless and innocent really so I will not say anything bad about her because I am a mature and understanding person sometimes.
In short, my so-called native Oregon marsh marigold plants are in truth a noxious scary weed. And really I suppose they fall into the “if it quacks it’s a duck” thinking in that they have always ACTED like a noxious scary weed…
REAL marsh marigolds are sweet plants that DO NOT spread around like gallons of spilled milk but instead stay in one place and are hard to grow and maybe just die like a polite plant but at least they don’t take over the world. And this difference alone is enough to convict the imposters. But they also have icky roots which I don’t want to even talk about.
An emergency meeting of the Garden Committee was arranged. Present were Max, Tillie, myself and my sharp shovel– Mr. O is off recycling metals and my dad’s ghost didn’t show up since this had nothing to do with the cannon –yet.
Now this was a morning meeting and we drank coffee but really I think Tillie’s coffee was special if you know what I mean…
Anyway we talked about the wicked invasive nature of the imposter marigolds and how they had lied to us, every spring, for some years. Then we voted and it was unanimous that the plants had to go. (Oddly, Tillie agreed with everyone else but she generally supports death and destruction so I shouldn’t be surprised I suppose.)
Some websites recommend poison, which made me think of Hamlet and pouring poison in the king’s ear. But I doubt these plants have ears and if they do I wouldn’ t know where to find them…
Then I also read that it is possible, over time, to just remove this plant, so I made a motion that in this instance we dig the victims up. Of course both the terrier and the shovel were keen on this, and Tillie had fallen asleep, so the motion passed.
Today is rainy and windy –but at the first opportunity We Dig. The big plastic compost bin is waiting, and I am confident that the Lesser Celandine is soon to become lesser and lesser.