Posted by: adeliciousmoment | July 21, 2011

Soursob, the gardener’s enemy

Remember how I said I fell in love with gardening, it’s great, blah, blah, blah…? Well, I take it back. Gardening sucks.

Ok, not really. Gardening can be extremely frustrating, at times, that’s all. Like when bloody soursob takes over your entire garden, and there is nothing you can do to get rid of it. You just want to say to hell with gardening, and stay in the house. At least that’s how Glen and I have been feeling, ever since the soursob invasion occurred.

At first glance, soursob looks like a harmless little ground-cover plant. It resembles clover, and starts growing in between other plants. But soon it spreads…and spreads…and spreads…and it ends up growing throughout the whole garden, choking beloved plants, destroying months of hard work. It is not just a weed, it is a noxious weed.

After spending countless hours ripping it out of the garden, I did some research about the plant, learning that soursob is nearly impossible to kill. The only surefire way to get rid of all of it is to spray it with weed-killer, lay down weed matting, and rebuild the affected areas. For us, that would basically mean starting over, re-doing the entire garden. Considering we are renters, and this is not our property, we really don’t think we should have to go to that kind of trouble. The only thing is, we would love to have a nice garden. Hence our soursob dilemma.

Sure, soursob’s bright yellow flowers look kinda pretty, when you see them growing in fields, or between grapevines in wine country. Yet, when you know its destructive powers, you cannot look at it the same again. You just want to wipe it off the face of the Earth.

(Can you tell how annoyed I am by this weed?)

All right, enough whining about it. I guess we’ll just have to deal with it somehow. Or maybe Glen will, since I’ll be going back to the States soon (don’t tell him I said that).

(See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soursob)

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  1. Update:

    Today I blasted the soursob with poison, with the tune of “Sabotage” by The Beastie Boys raging in my head. Yee-haw! Take that, you nasty weeds! It felt good.


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