Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Rumex acetosa

Someone , somewhere, must have a use for dock leaves! Can't some white coated genius miraculously discover a anticancer agent in them, as in yew several years ago? Should I encourage my nettles, ( feel good factor, food for Red Admiral babies! ) to grow more vigorously thus building up the need for dock leaves to rub on stings or finally, the ultimate shame, resort to chemical weapons in my battle for erradication.

On Monday I heaved three sacks, crammed to the gunnels with DLs into the composter at the recycling plant remembering that I shoved in four last week. This does not indicate that I am getting on top of them. Far from it, they are growing at a faster pace now than in the drought of July.

Their roots are roughly the thickness and length of a mature Reticulated Python, and as reluctant to be wrenched from their snug bed as a teenager on a Saturday morning, ( or any morning come to think of it. )

Other less hardy souls moan about Ground Elder, Couch Grass and Thistles. They are the Woody Allens of the plant world when compared with the Mike Tyson Dock Leaves.

1 Comments:

Blogger smahman said...

Put up some pictures of puppies.

Do it, do it now.

Hey, got the card thanks. You went to Luke Sywalker's house from Phantom Menace. Those steps look absolutely lethal.

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