I hate dandelions. I can’t think of one thing that’s good about them. They straggle all over our driveway and however hard we try they keep multiplying. Don’t tell me that their leaves are good in salads or tea because we live on a busy road and there is no way I’d eat anything that was grown at the front of my house. Don’t tell me they’re good for the bees as we have many other, prettier flowers that the bees love. Here’s what our front step looked like earlier:
Actually, it’s not just dandelions I hate. There’s two closely related flowers that also take over our garden. This monstrosity:
and this one:
Which looks pretty close up, but which takes over the whole garden if I am not ruthless.
They’re not even rhizomes – if they were I’d have a grudging sort of like for them all – but they’re not. they’re taproots. Ugh – you pull, and pull and pull – and out comes a huge long straggly root. And you know – you just know – that there’s a tiny bit left in the earth that will regenerate. I’ve just spent an hour out in the garden fighting with them (and other weeds, of course) and my back aches, and I know that next time I go out to look at the garden there’ll be more of the little horrors mocking me. I could make an analogy with education, or beliefs … and of course there is a huge difference which could be teased out, but I just wanted to vent today.