I’m feeling philosophical, perhaps because the day has been absolute perfection: a hint of fall to come. So, I have a question . . .
At what point do we stop considering some plants – or animals, for that matter – unwelcome exotics? Those roadside daylilies have been here an awfully long time and set no seed. They’ve been spread by people carrying them from place to place, by animals who dig up bits of root and rebury them, and by road graders and snow plows that dig up clumps and move them along the roadsides. Their flowers are edible; just ask a deer. I imagine their roots are as well. I really wouldn’t want to be without them, and I don’t see them taking over massive areas. I’d say the same about Queen Ann’s Lace (Daucus Carota) or chicory (Cichorium intybus).
Of course there are plenty of real thugs out there: Oriental bittersweet, multiflora rose, purple loosestrife, Kudzu. I’ve been battling the first two for ten years now and have no intention of stopping. But aren’t there a few plants that we could just accept as welcome immigrants?