No, I'm not saying my butt is invasive...although my jeans may say differently of late...but I digress. Bodes ill when I can't finish the first sentence without a digression!
Anyway, I speak of all the plants which supposedly are invasive in my neck of the wood, and there are quite a few as it turns out. Oddly enough, most of them I either have or wish to have in my garden! What the heck is wrong with me? Or what the heck is wrong with those with the power to declare this plant and that one invasive?
I mentioned recently how Tommy came home one day stating he had just planted a Russian Olive in our yard--he had...borrowed it from an obliging field across from our home explaining thusly: "Bill was just gonna knock it down with his bulldozer, so I saved it. It'll be safer at our place. We'll take care of it."
No argument there, but the question remains if we should save it. Russian Olive, you see, is considered an invasive species through huge tracts of land from out west to the northeast. When my dear friend Julie Helms, of Wooly Acres fame, mentioned on Facebook-- No, I've quite given up telling you to follow me there. Do as you please.-- the Russian Olive eliminating campaign set up by those morons at the EPA.
"Oh, don't even mention that!" I wailed-- as well as one can wail on Facebook, I suppose. You see, every time we go by a particular spot on the highway--heading toward
Allentown-- Tom sighs and laments, "They took down all my Russian Olive. It
was the best part of this trip!" He used to ride with the windows down
when these pretty plants were in bloom in spring. They have subtle pale greenish grey leaves which is a nice contrast to other more vibrant greens of early spring, but they also get a lovely flush of pale yellow blossoms with a wonderful perfume. Oh, what a heavenly scent! And now
they are all gone! They killed them all! They took a bulldozer to the whole lot of them and left nary a one standing. Why? because they're invasive.
My butt they are! They are not that bad a plant. Yes, they drop a seed or two. Yes, they spread a tad, but what harm do they do? Well, you'll have to ask the experts for that information. All I know is what good they do, and I'll have you know it's a lot of good.
It isn't just that they are so pretty which they are and they provide a good deal of wonderful fresh smelling oxygen to counter all those car fumes, but they provide shelter and food for many a critter. The birds
loved them for the tiny berries Russian Olive produce each summer. Those same small birds love to build their nests in Russian Olive clumps because they have thorns which keep most predators at bay--fox and hawks in particular. The rabbits and other small mammals also loved hiding under them for protection and to raise a family or two. Russian olives also hold the soil in place. They grow wild--or used to--where there was a lot of water run off and erosion. A clump of Russian Olive took care of that and looked good while doing it.
Oh, but I hate going by that one spot where they used to grow wild and free! All I see now is barren waste land with gnarly weeds growing there. UGH! That is an improvement??? You would think they at least would plant something to replace it, but that would require brain power. Just one more thing to get ticked off about the EPA. Not a brain among the bunch.
As I told Julie, Don't get me started! ...oh, well, she already did.
So, yes, I have an invasive species on my property--several of them actually. I'll tell of those sometime-- and gosh-darn-it, Russian Olive is going to stay there safe and sound. Someone has to speak for the trees (and shrubs) for they have no tongues, and I suppose that means it's me. Those morons can kiss my invasive butt!