My Week 197: The Joys of Gardening, Plants I Hate

“What the f*ck is up with raspberries?!” I asked Ken in the car yesterday. Ken looked simultaneously taken aback by the question yet somehow not very surprised at the way it was put to him.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Isn’t the whole point of fruit, of virtually EVERYTHING alive on this planet, to procreate and spread in the most efficient way possible? Like cherries, for example. Birds and tree-rats eat them, then they poop out the pits somewhere else where a new cherry tree can form.”

“I’m missing the point,” Ken answered. “Why are you so mad at raspberries?”

“Because they’re f*cking stupid! AND passive-aggressive. The berries are on top, all beautiful and beckoning, and then you get in there and it’s like being attacked by a school of piranhas. No wonder they’re almost extinct.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s true,” said Ken.

“Well, they should be! They’re stupid. That’s their slogan: Raspberries—The Stupid Fruit.”

Right now, you might be wondering exactly what prompted my anti-raspberry rant. Then again, if you’ve ever tried to pick raspberries, you probably know. Yes, that morning I had gone out with a bowl and a very optimistic attitude, forgetting as I do every year that raspberries are the devil’s spawn. Sure, they taste delicious, but isn’t that just part of their evil charm? It’s like when you see a cat, and it looks so adorable and squishy, and it bats its eyes at you and rolls over, then you try to rub its tummy and it grabs your hand and bites you. Raspberries are essentially the cats of the fruit world. And the worst part is, I didn’t even plant them—they just appeared, thousands of them, from god knows where. But I thought, I might as well take advantage of the situation. Unfortunately,  I came back into the house with a small bowl of berries and huge gashes on my arms and legs. At one point, I was so caught up in the thorns that I couldn’t move without ripping my T-shirt and pajama bottoms (yeah, PAJAMAS. Don’t judge me—it was only 10 am and it was Saturday). I’m sure the neighbours were a little concerned when I started screaming, “Let me go, you m*therf*cker!!” Although as a side-note, the police never arrived and now I’m seriously doubting the competency of our Neighbourhood Watch.

I was attacked just taking this picture.

But my ire isn’t reserved solely for the dreaded raspberry bush. I also hate a few other stupid plants:

1) Black Walnut Trees

These are the scourge of the forest. Nothing will grow under their “drip line”, which sounds really disgusting but that’s what tree people call it. And their nuts are SAVAGE. They drop down at the slightest hint of a breeze, and it’s like they’re TRYING to kill you. We have one in our front yard that’s over 80 feet high, and I swear there’s an evil sprite that lives in it, whose only job is to throw walnuts at people. Remember the episode of the Twilight Zone where William Shatner is a passenger on an airplane and he sees a gremlin ripping the wing apart but no one will believe him? I believe him, because that thing lives in my walnut tree now. And it’s in league with the squirrels, who keep burying the nuts all over my yard, causing new black walnut trees to spring up in random places like the middle of a flower bed, beside the pond, or up through the floorboards of the porch. You can’t even ignore them, because they grow so damned fast—one minute it’s 4 inches high; two days later, you need a chainsaw to cut it down. They’re perfect for annoying other people though. Yesterday, my mom told me that my brother’s neighbours had built this monstrosity of a garage overlooking his backyard. She wanted to know what he could plant that would grow quickly and block it out. “A Black Walnut Tree”, I said. The best revenge is slimy, green, and will give you a concussion.

2) Tall Flox

This flower is the bane of my existence, as invasive as daylilies but with worse foliage. Trying to get rid of them is almost impossible—you pull out one, and ten more pop up in its place. You exhaust yourself digging them all out and you think you finally got rid of them, but the next year, they’re all back again. The only one I like has pink and white candy striped petals, and it’s the only one that WON’T GROW.

3) Dandelions

If their flowers were pink and white striped, I would have no complaint. I just don’t like yellow.

4) Orchids

Someone gave me an orchid once. It was a gift, I suppose. After a week, the flowers fell off. Three years later, and I still have three leaves and a stick. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who has an orchid with flowers on it. At work, there are several people who also have plant pots full of leaves and sticks. Two weeks ago, it was a co-worker’s birthday and she was given an orchid. We all stood around ooh-ing and aw-ing: “In a couple of weeks, that’s going to be a very lovely stick!” People say, “Don’t water your orchid–give it one ice cube a week.” Frankly, I think that’s a waste of good ice. And why are the roots always growing out of the pot? They’re like tentacles reaching out to strangle you, but they can’t because they’re too weak from the cold.

4 years later–not even a stick anymore.

Now, don’t get me wrong—I love my garden and ALMOST everything in it. I have some beautiful hostas, which are so hardy that you can apparently plant them upside down and they’ll still grow. Actually, I find that a little disturbing, like the way your hair and fingernails continue to grow after death, but they’re pretty. And I have peonies, and bergamot, and roses, and hollyhocks that suddenly just appeared in the perfect spot in a flowerbed as if I’d put them there deliberately. I made jam last weekend with the cherries from our own tree (certified organic, which also means that I had to break open EVERY SINGLE CHERRY to make sure there were no worms in them). Later this summer, I’ll make jelly with quince from a bush that sprang from an old pear tree because I am THAT f*cking earthy.

Cherries: The Friendly Fruit.

So Happy Canada Day everyone, even if you aren’t Canadian. I’m going to celebrate by putting on a hazmat suit and picking more raspberries, because Canadians are nothing if not determined, and I have a cheesecake to make.

The Mystery Guest

Advertisements

45 thoughts on “My Week 197: The Joys of Gardening, Plants I Hate

  1. Happy Canada Day, mydangblog! To borrow the phrasing of Canadian comedian Mike Myers, “Raspberries are the froo-it of the deee-vil!”

    Every spring, I decide I’m going to fill those sad-looking planters on the terrace with flowers, and get something beautiful going! I tend to those things, and water them, and sprinkle Miracle-Gro in their soil, but they always end up dead! For years I blamed myself — my abject lack of a green thumb. Then I realized it was all the fault of Los Angeles itself: Nothing green or lush can grow here. That is surely the answer.

    Anyway, the flowers I planted a few weeks ago are still (somehow) thriving, and they remind me how heartening it can be to watch a garden bloom. Don’t let those g-d raspberries get you down!

    Liked by 2 people

    • I didn’t know that Mikey Meyers hated them too! You know, we had them last night for dessert and I have to say, it was worth all the scratches. As for nothing growing, we’re having a heat wave right now, so I’m watching my lawn crisp up as we speak. But that’s Canada for you–its’ either too cold, too wet, or too hot to garden. We get ten days where it’s decent enough to plant, then just cross our fingers.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. I am the Grim Reaper of any plant that dares to cross our threshold. I once did battle with bamboo, I don’t recommend that. Bamboo is the mass producing vermin of the plant world. One day there are a few stalks the next day, the place is overrun with it.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Happy Canada Day, even though your glorious leader apparently knifed my country in the back this year. I’ll admit that my source on that is a little dubious, and the knifing was a very, very, very polite statement that amounted to “Well, sorry, but if the United States does this, then we just might have to think about doing it, too. Sorry.”

    Anyway, I like raspberries and like all of my food, I try and pretend it was born prepackaged in the store.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Well, he IS glorious. I’m also glad I can make my own strawberry jam since he just slapped a tariff on it, among other things. Guess I’ll be buying Canadian for a while, prepackaged or not!

      Liked by 1 person

  4. Hey, I love dandelions and they’re edible and good for bees. People tell me “But they break up my nice green lawn!” And I say, “Do you live on a golf course?”
    I can sympathize about the raspberries, though. As a kid I woukd to pick their cousin blackberries and end up wrapped up like Boris Karloff. And as much as I love blackberries raspberries are tastier.
    Happy Canada Day from south of your border! Relations between our leaders may not be great, as a result of one being a petulant jerk and the other polite and reluctant to be confrontational. Anyway I hope we can maintain friendly individual relations.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Your black raspberries look beautiful, and sound vicious, I’m sure the scots version isn’t as prickly, even the wild forms (which are of course the tastiest!). It’s the nettles which grow around them that get me, now they are the work of the devil – yes I know you can eat them, but spinach is far less bent on revenge.
    If it’s any consolation, I also have a stick orchid on my windowsill. It tried to flower after ten years this year, but I broke the flower stem trying to dust the window. Now there’s a lesson for me never to do housework!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Aren’t those blackberries?? I am totally plant-impaired but that picture looks like our blackberries. And those suckers grow EVERYWHERE down here in Trumpland. They are the bane of our existence! (Both of them. Blackberries and Trump.)
    I didn’t think raspberries had thorns. Then again…Canadian raspberries might be very special… while American blackberries are just evil spiny bastards.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Actually, I think they ARE–we call them raspberries but technically they’re black raspberries. They taste a little different from the red ones, which I’ve never grown, so I don’t know if their canes have thorns or not. At any rate, we have enough to make jam tomorrow!

      Like

  7. You just made me choke on my morning coffee. You are so fucking hilarious!! Raspberries – the stupid fruit. AMAZING. Hahaha. Okay, but one question because I am totally freaked right out. For real, your hair and nails continue to grow after becoming dead?! 😳 Umm, not sure why this is not sitting well with me, but it really has me reassessing this whole dying thing. Thanks for the laughs, AGAIN…great way to start my day!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Well it took a good while, but I finally see where our separated at birth paths split: I love yellow, and I suck at gardening. You have aggressively violent raspberries, where I have cultivated sickly, undersized Roma tomatoes. Other than that, as far as I can see, we are still WonderTwins! Hand on heart, I too received an orchid as a gift this year, and you guessed it. . . It’s a stick. Well, now it’s trash—compost hopefully anyway, but yeah, nothing left but a stick to toss on the last day of school. Thank you for the big smile, and a belated Happy Canada Day to you!

    Liked by 2 people

  9. This was hilarious. We bought a raspberry cane for our allotment many years ago and it died in waterlogged ground. Then about 5 years later it reappeared like some alien life-form. Nature finds a way (unless you’re an orchid). We dug up the raspberry and brought it to our new home, it thrived in a pot, then shrivelled up and died. Allegedly. Even though we threw its remains away, I feel it will return, like that car ‘Christine’.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. P.S. I think your mystery guest is a hollyhock – malva something. The bees love them. It’s actually quite difficult to get normal single ones like yours: the plant breeders like double frilly ones. I perfer the single ones.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s