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Jewelweed

There’s a game you can play with Jewelweed (Impatiens capensis). Found in damp areas such as the edge of a pond, this plant bears intricate orange and yellow flowers that soon turn into slender green seed pods. When you find some of these pods, remove them by snapping their thin stems. Then casually pass them to a friend.

Your reward will be a yelp of surprise, and possibly some unkind words about duplicitous botanists. Jewelweed seed pods are spring-loaded. They explode at the lightest touch, shooting seeds everywhere.

This plant is tougher than it looks.

With a frail, hollow stalk and thin leaves, delicate Jewelweed has a tropical appearance. Indeed, the first frost of the year instantly kills it. The plant makes up for this weakness by growing quickly, by producing some self-pollinating flowers in case the bumblebees and hummingbirds fail to do the job, and, of course, by spreading its seeds far and wide through the judicious use of explosives.

The name ‘Jewelweed’ might come from the way that tiny hairs on the leaves cause rainwater to bead up in shimmering pearls. The scientific name may derive from the impatient way that the plant distributes its seeds. It also shows Jewelweed’s relationship to the Impatiens in your garden, which, coincidentally, also produces explosive seed pods.

Jewelweed is one of the few native plants that can stand up to the vigorous invader Garlic Mustard. In the war against invasive species, it’s sometimes best to roll out the artillery.

February 5, 2012 at 11:45 pm Leave a comment

Poison Ivy

Okay, enough with the European transplants. This week I feature one of those surprisingly durable North American plants that survived the transition from forest to suburban landscape to cityscape. When you come across a patch of Poison Ivy in your neighborhood, feel free to congratulate it on sticking it out as our urban neighbor for all those decades; apparently all it takes is the ability to generate fist-sized blisters on human skin.

Poison Ivy, which bears the ominous scientific name Toxicodendron radicans, likes living on the edge. It thrives in those thin waste spaces between scraps of forest and development, places where it doesn’t get too much shade. In effect, it lurks.

How can you identify this plant? There are plenty of catchy mnemonic devices about Poison Ivy, from the well-known “Leaves of three, let it be” (a good general rule, except that about a zillion other plants have three leaves) to other more creative and often less accurate rhymes. To me, the best way to identify it is to look at lots of pictures until you have a good general idea. Poison Ivy sometimes has red leaves and sometimes not, sometimes hairy leaves sometimes not, sometimes jaggety leaves and sometimes not. Also, in the fall and winter it’s reduced to a stick that is covered in deceptively adorable white berries.

Here are some things that you should not do with Poison Ivy:

  • Set fire to a pile of it, and then inhale the fumes.
  • Liquefy a large vine with a chainsaw.
  • Let your pooch run through it and straight into your loving arms.
  • Use your 5-iron to knock your golf ball out of it, and then touch your golf ball.
  • Scamper about in it one moonless evening with that cute guy from your baking class.
  • Touch anything that has touched it.
  • Look at it the wrong way.
  • Say its name three times into a mirror on the solstice.

Poison Ivy exists in a remarkable balance; it’s just offensive enough to protect itself, and just tenacious enough that we can’t seem to get rid of it. Unlike other threatening lifeforms that we eliminated from many of our towns (like rattlesnakes), it persists, a subtle reminder that the natural world isn’t all daisies and roses.

August 10, 2010 at 1:25 am 3 comments

Queen Anne’s Lace

If you drive on virtually any highway in the Northeast right now, you’ll see the flowers of this plant swarming in the waste places along the side of the road, crowding right up to the edge of the highway as if they’re teenage fans and you’re a 19-year-old music star with a baby face and hair like a lion’s mane. This is yet another Old World plant that has become very common in North America.

Queen Anne’s Lace (Daucus carota) is also known as Wild Carrot. The big orange carrot that we eat in salads belongs to the same species, and it likely originated from the selective breeding of an especially palatable subspecies of Daucus carota that was found in Afghanistan. We decry it as a weed in one context, and then pay money for its julienned cousin in another context — it’s a good thing plants can’t chuckle.

The name Queen Anne’s Lace is particular to North America. The flower looks an awful lot like lace, and there is a little red bloom in the center that colonial folks thought looked like blood — the story goes that Queen Anne pricked her finger while she was sewing the lace, and a drop of blood landed in the middle of her doily. I don’t know why Queen Anne in particular gets picked on here. She was definitely a fiery character, but I don’t think her lace sewing was anything to crow about.

Look for the lacy white flowers in fields and waste places, and dig up the young root for a little carroty snack. Better yet, affix it to your lapel; you’ll smell like a fresh garden salad, and you can challenge your date to lean in real close and find the one red bloom.

August 5, 2010 at 1:27 am 3 comments

Chickory

For me, this cheerful, sprawling, unpretentious plant embodies the carefree nature of my childhood summers in the Northeast. Like so many other parts of my botanical nostalgia, however, Chickory (Chichorium intybus) is native to Europe and a relative newcomer to this continent.

My childhood Chicories were direct descendants of escapees from colonial gardens. You might have eaten this species in a fancy restaurant, in a variety known as Radicchio. It’s also very closely related to Endive. This makes me wonder how many other scraggly roadside plants we scoff at, and then solemnly purchase at great cost when they’re in a slightly different format.

Back in World War II when people were tightening their belts, Chicory was used as a cheap local coffee substitute. This surprises me because Chicory contains absolutely no caffeine. Perhaps people drank it because it was just as appealingly caustic as coffee? Studies show that farm animals feeding on Chicory have a significantly reduced population of parasitic worms in their systems. Yum.

Add these dubious qualities to the fact that Chicory can aggressively displace native plants, and perhaps it’s best enjoyed as a warm fuzzy part of your childhood memories. Ah yes, those hazy, lazy summers, long before you knew anything about intestinal parasites or decaf.

July 27, 2010 at 1:20 am Leave a comment

Echinacea

Maybe you’re the kind of person who, when confronted with a sick coworker, immediately whips out a bottle of Echinacea supplement pills. As you place the bottle on your coworker’s desk to avoid contact with her pestilence-ridden hands, then nonchalantly back away until you reach the safety of your cubicle, you will probably have enough time to consider that you might’ve walked past a real live Echinacea plant on your way to work.

Echinacea is the genus name for a group of coneflowers. One of the most familiar species in the eastern half of North America is the Purple Coneflower (Echinacea purpurea). It’s related to daisies and sunflowers, and it’s popular in city gardens.

The name Echinacea comes from the Greek word for spiny — note the flower’s spiny center. When I learned this, I thought, “Aha! That must be why spiny echidnas are called spiny echidnas.” I even started to see a tiny rolled-up echidna at the center of each coneflower. Sadly, the word echidna comes from a completely different Greek root. I still think it’s a good way to remember the plant’s name, even if your command of Greek is lacking.

How effective is Echinacea at fighting the common cold? Feel free to launch into the debate at the entertaining (and infuriating) Wikipedia Talk page for Echinacea. I’m much more interested in watching butterflies and bumblebees visit the city gardens where this flower grows in happy obscurity, unaware that the people passing by have bits of Echinacea in bottles in their purses.

July 13, 2010 at 1:03 am Leave a comment

Creeping Bellflower

This beautiful, delicate-looking plant is serious trouble. It’s been described as a hellcat, unruly and horribly invasive. “If it has a weakness I am unaware of it,” says one author, using a tone normally reserved for zombies.

Creeping Bellflower (Campanula rapunculoides) was brought here from Europe because it’s a beautiful garden plant. It is also adept at surviving in urban and cultivated areas. It can squeeze through even the tiniest cracks in the pavement. You can’t kill it by yanking it up, because it can regrow from the smallest pieces of root left in the ground. Its deep and powerful root system can’t be eliminated by mere mortals.

To identify Creeping Bellflower, look for stalks up to 3 feet high with blooms on one side of the stalk. The flowers are bell-shaped and open into a five-pointed star. There are some local native bellflowers that look a little bit similar, but none is as spectacular, and none will colonize sidewalk cracks in the same aggressive way. Before the flowers have arrived, the plant is low to the ground and inconspicuous.

Most weed guides suggest destroying Creeping Bellflower with powerful chemicals, or digging up the entire affected area, including a substantial buffer zone. Alternately, you can sit on your porch and watch the purple flowers sway in the breeze, resigned to a life under the control of your beautiful bellflower overlords.

July 2, 2010 at 4:02 am 2 comments

White Clover

When kids hunt for four-leafed clovers, they’re usually searching through the clumps of White Clover (Trifolium repens) that blanket our lawns and parks. It’s hard to believe that a plant this common in our cities was absent from North America just a few hundred years ago. It’s yet another species that was brought here by European settlers.

As with many weeds, White Clover blurs the boundary between pest and friend. It spreads so well that it can displace native plants. However, White Clover is a member of the pea family, and like many of its relatives it performs an invaluable service.

Plants need nitrogen to grow — as do people, since without it we’d have no protein and no DNA. Unfortunately, the nitrogen floating around in the atmosphere is stuck in a form that’s useless to most living things. The roots of White Clover have round nodules that provide ideal housing for special bacteria, and these bacteria turn atmospheric nitrogen into useful nitrogen.

White Clover is a nutritious food for livestock and for wild browsers like deer. It’s a good plant for a lawn because it doesn’t need much mowing. Also, when insect pests destroy the grass, White Clover eagerly fills in the blank spaces.

So why call it a weed? Shockingly, there’s some evidence that White Clover might have been the victim of a slanderous marketing campaign in the 1940s. Companies that developed herbicides for lawns weren’t able to create a mixture that would spare White Clover but eliminate other weeds, so they declared it a weed, too. Innocent helper or nefarious invader? Our lawns are full of complicated characters.

June 29, 2010 at 12:55 am Leave a comment

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