misty Summer morning, Carlos Avery WMA
Photo by J. Harrington
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Later in the day, the pile of pulled buckthorn grew despite heat and humidity, and deer flies. Once the larger plants have been pulled using the tractor and chains, we'll mow what's left and avoid, as much as we can, ground cover and phlox plants that we want to keep. I can certainly see why some folks advocate heavy duty spraying with herbicides as an alternative control measure, but with a mechanical approach the secondary effects are much more limited, at least geographically. That means we may get to salvage some of the current wildflowers as the prospects for a decent sized Autumn Solstice bonfire continue to improve.
phlox to be saved
Photo by J. Harrington
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I can see that buckthorn, both common and glossy, degrades habitat quality to the extent that it might be nice to find uses for the wood, but not at the expense of letting it grow. At least now, in Minnesota, "It is illegal to import, sell, or transport buckthorn in Minnesota." Call me cynical, but I find it impossible to get serious about managing, let alone eradicating, invasive species and/or noxious weeds until we, as a state and a society, do a much better job of controlling all non-native sources.
Perhaps my perspectives and biases will change as I read Beyond the War on Invasive Species. In fact, I expect it them to. A long time ago, before I became a recovering planner, I learned something along the lines of: For Every Complex Problem, There Is an Answer That Is Clear, Simple, and Wrong. (That brings us back to the secondary effects of herbicides.)
Back from the Fields
Until nightfall my son ran in the fields,looking for God knows what.Flowers, perhaps. Odd birds on the wing.Something to fill an empty spot.Maybe a luminous angelor a country girl with a secret dark.He came back empty-handed,or so I thought.Now I find them:thistles, goatheads,the barbed weedsall those with hooks or hornsthe snaggle-toothed, the grinning onesthose wearing lantern jaws,old ones in beards, leapersin silk leggings, the multiplepocked moons and spiny satellites, all thosewith juices and sapslike the fingers of thievesnation after nation of grassesthat dig in, that burrow, that hug windsand grab handholdsin whatever lean place.It’s been a good day.
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