So, I phoned ahead, right, and asked for a strip of land to be tilled for my baby trees. What I didn’t know was that there was a 3/4″-thick piece of rebar in the soil, dropped carelessly in days gone by, that would break a tine off the tiller. Oops! What I also didn’t know was that the ground was sporting a beautiful crop of shepherd’s purse, about ten days from harvest.
And People Call it a Weed…
… and till it up to plant later crops that taste half as good.
Ooops! What a salad we could have made!
The takeaway here is to never rely on distant communication. A human body is always the best witness.
Categories: Agriculture, food culture, invasive species, weed-gardening, weeds
Okanagan Okanogan 
You crack me up!
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Just to be clear, I agree wholeheartedly.
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I’m glad!
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That’s good! But, truly, have you eaten shepherd’s purse? Very tasty!
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If you run out of shepherd’s purse, I’ll send you some seeds. I believe an open-grown plant produces as many as 38,500 of them, says the omniscient Wikipedia.
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Oh, do send some, thank you! You make my day. Do you have some ready to go, saved from last year? I could trade for lambs quarters and red root pigweed.
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