So yesterday I went out in the yard with my new pruning shears slung across my hips like a gunbelt, swaggered up to an overgrown thicket and said "There's a new sheriff in town..."
I discovered that the plant I had previously labelled as Generic Bindweed is, in fact, Japanese wisteria. I was fooled because it hadn't bloomed yet, but then, as I was ripping down a tangle that had bowed one of the ten thousand dogwoods in the yard double, I saw a telltale purple plume.
It's a beautiful flower. I confess, the sight of a great purple hive on the side of the road in springtime fills me with a certain pleasure...as long as it's on someone else's tree. But it is Eating My Trees. So it had to die.
I spent a good hour or so while waiting for the cable guy to come out just massacring wisteria. Some of the trees sprang back immediately, some remained bowed double, a few are permanently corkscrewed, and two saplings were beyond saving and joined the wisteria on the brushpile.
I felt good. I felt that I had Accomplished Something.
I scratched idily at a bug bite.
Then another bug bite.
Hmm, lot of bugs.
Oddly, that looked more like hives. And that's some kind of weeping blister there.( Collapse )