The battle with bindweed continues at the lovely @thefeelgoodcafe allotment.
Bindweed is a pernicious weed and can't go in regular compost. Any tiny part of those super long white/pink roots (rhizomes) can grow endless new bindweed, and will survive a regular garden composting process. So you'd end up spreading it everywhere when you spread your compost.
This time I've put it all into massive sealed bins and added water so it rots down and provides a future liquid plant feed too. [EDIT: Not doing that because apparently it doesn't die when soaked in water?! So just gona dry it out in sealed bins instead]. My plan is to fork over the whole site and remove as many rhizomes (and bits of rhizomes) as humanly possible, then sow an over-winter green manure* or mulch to condition the soil. Hope it works! (* green manures are plants you can sow that put nutrients back into the soil, improve its structure, and prevent it from being bare and therefore leached of nutrients, damaged or eroded away in winter, among many other amazing things. They're an excellent alternative to animal poo manure, so you don't have to rely on keeping animals or other people keeping animals to fertilise your soil - vegan soil-building food growing ftw 💪) #veganorganic#veganic#veganorganicfarming#bindweed#permaculture#agroecology#organicfarming#allotment#vegan#greenmanure
I hate to say it fellow adventurers, but it is a freakin gorgeous day, this 261st day of the year. The sun is out and the day is clear.
Now here is a little known fact about me. I love to garden, but unfortunately my knees do not love it. Today did some work on the front yard, evened out the edges and in doing so, cut a lot of plants. Now I have to admit, I really like to eat what I garden. I do like to grow fresh vegetables and fruits but I really liked today while I hacked at the bushes. I didn’t particularly like the blackberry bushes and their nasty thorns. Both my arms were covered in scratches and bleeding wounds. I cleaned up and got some of the weedkiller out, but I probably shouldn't have as I spilled it and got it everywhere, including my hands. I put it away until my wounds heal. Getting poison inside fresh wounds is probably not good. I washed my hands three times to get it off.
Today's picture is of a bindweed, a calystegia sepium. I thought it was a nice flower.
Hedge bindweed. Called "hiviz ar Werc'hez", the Virgin's tunic in Breton. "Pispotjes", euh, piss-pot in my native dutch and "liseron des bois" in French. It's hated by most garderners because of it's capacity to cover up the rest of the vegetation. But no one can deny the amazing beauty of it's flowers, their virginal whiteness. The colour white, "gwenn" in breton, meaning also purity, was sacred to the Celtic Druids.
The plant itself has quite strong purgative properties so it's not commonly used. In the Celtic tradition it was considered a plant of metamorphosis and gave prolific spiraling dreams. (like the plant's movement itself). One could harvest some seeds and mix them with the feathers of your pillow for this purpose. (To sleep on it not to eat it :).