Ten more rows and it’s done, ten more rows and after a hundred+ hours of work it’s done and that’s my excuse for not fixing this silly sideways picture tonight… Seed stitch rows, but there are only ten of them and you can do anything if it stops at ten rows. Ten more rows and it’s done…
Meantime, Bill’s (the guy in yesterday’s post) late dad is the person who, twenty-five years ago, told me about gopher plants and where to find the seeds. So I went to the little ’60’s-hippie-holdover Uncommon Ground place (now a high-rise) and bought some from a man who was serious about gardens in a way that I in no way was at the time. It was a little intimidating, though I’m sure he only meant to be helpful.
They’re biennials, which means they do all their flowering and seeding the second year. And boy do they. Their roots give the gophers the equivalent of poison ivy and they stay away, so, two years for the price of one.
I planted a few. I got one particularly big one and then some more joined it.
This is after having followed another neighbor’s advice and having stuck my hose in the ground to flush them out to get them to move on. The only thing that did was make my Californian water bill jump by a hundred dollars that month. Yow.
So, the gopher plants.
They seemed to work. Cool.
And then they got determined to take over everything, which would not do. One must take them out carefully. They’re not overly friendly above ground to people, either–wear gloves, you don’t want to find out you’re one of the allergic ones.
So I spent a few years discouraging them from coming back and eventually all that ran its course and was over. (With the exception of one plant nine years ago.)
I did, however, see evidence of a gopher again near my fruit trees in 2016 and fought them with the newly-Internet-approved cinnamon sprinkled down every hole and cinnamon sticks on top to be emphatic about it, and that seemed to work, too. This year’s new peach got planted in a gopher-proof wire cage (bought there along with the tree) to be on the safe side.
I haven’t seen any sign of them since the mountain lion came through the neighborhood. Although, truthfully, a hungry raccoon would probably go after them, too.
Look what I just found popped up behind my Fuji apple.
It’s late and it’s small but it is standing guard and I know if I let it, it will soon command an army.
Um, let’s not this time.
On a side note, just for fun and so that I can find the link again: an Alexandra Petri column on state flags that made me laugh.
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I taught you decades ago that to get rid of gophers plant castor beans. I learned that from my father in Carson City sometime after 1936, when we moved into our new house.
Dad
I’ve been having trouble with chipmunks digging in the pots on my deck lately. I don’t have extra cinnamon right now, but I do have extra chili powder (couldn’t find the bag I knew I had, bought a jar, and of course found the bag that night), so I’m going to try that.
Comment by Barbara 07.09.19 @ 9:27 amLove the flags!
Although, to be honest, there is a reason for the Union Jack on the Hawaii flag … snubbing their collective noses and the US usurpers.
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