Monday, June 28, 2010
Lily of the Valley
Awwww, Lily of the valley. What a lovely plant with lovely little bell like flowers... Um, yeah, not so much for me. Lily of the valley has taken over a section of the garden to the point where they are so dense, that the little flowers they produce get smothered by other LOV plants, greatly diminishing its appeal. I might have considered keeping the invasive bugger if the bunnies were attracted to them, but they seem to instinctively know that these delicate multipliers are poisonous. So I have decided to thin them out... which is just gardener speak for "get rid of as many as I possibly can".
Humor me for a moment of gardening introspection and reflection:
At the risk of sounding philosophically lame...why do we naturally seek out the easy answer? Instant this, automatic that. When did we forget that there is value in the journey... in the work, sweat and effort? We opt for labor saving devices...dishwashers, elevators, riding lawn mowers... then hop on our treadmills or spend an hour at the gym to get in our daily dose of exercise... huh? It is here that the answer to my Lily of the Valley dilemma is found.
Allow me to set the scene: Me, a wheelbarrow, a pitchfork and my sheer will. Certainly not the "easy" answer, but the answer which benefits me AND my garden the most. For nearly 3 hours I poked at the LOV with my pitchfork. I stabbed the soil, hoisted the roots, shook off the dirt and discarded them in the wheelbarrow to be hauled down to the compost pile. Two wheelbarrow loads later, I called it quits. I was literally soaked with sweat, filthy with soil, and bleeding from blisters. My pitchfork didn't keep track of how many calories I'd burned and the wheelbarrow didn't know how many miles we had logged up and down the hill... but my body told me it had been a good workout. Something tells me that my fight with the Lily of the Valley is far from over. But that's okay, I need the exercise. :)