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Disturbed Soil

4/27/2014

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Weeds and poor soil are the principal causes of raised beds. There is also a design factor, the sculptural value of walls in a domestic landscape. But the main impetus to the labor of building raised beds, whether pragmatic cinderblock beds for a vegetable area or ornamental stone walls, is the desire to control the soil quality and deter
weeds from spreading so easily. Here the ground is a dense red clay like unfired pottery, not suitable for vegetables generally and also a challenge for many sorts of ornamental plants. By raising the bed we can blend the soil components we want and offer some challenge to the spread of weeds, as well as making the
inevitable weeding easier on our backs.
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Defining what constitutes a weed is a bit of a challenge. Some call a weed “a flower no one wants” but since many weeds bloom too discretely to be called flowers, this has to be expanded to “a plant no one wants.” 
This is our commonest weed. I call it many things. It has other names and I may yet invent more names for it though it is not very offensive; a fleshy plant that dies off by itself in the summer anyway.
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Of course, to say that “no one” wants weeds is an abstraction. The act of weeding is always performed by actual individuals who personally choose what to pull up and what to leave in the ground. The apocryphal remark, “I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like,” incorrectly attributed to both Mark Twain and Nikita Khrushchev, may guide us here as long as we too know what we like. The U.S. Supreme Court also provided a bit of indirect assistance with Justice Potter Stewart’s threshold test for obscenity in his concurring opinion in Jacobellis v. Ohio, “I know it when I see it.” We could say we know a weed when we see it, without having to explain how we came to be in a place like that anyway. The older British case Regina v. Hicklin is more explicit, defining obscenity as anything tending "to deprave and corrupt those whose minds are open to such immoral influences," subsequently known as the Hicklin Test. The Hicklin Test is probably a useful guide to weeds as plants that tend to deprave and corrupt. Of course the weed would never agree that this was its tendency, which is why we need high courts, and gardeners, come to that.
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The plant in the photo above is Monarda. Monarda is not considered a weed; even the leaves smell great, hummingbirds and butterflies love the colorful red blooms, when they arrive, and they sell it at garden
centers. But it has weed-like properties. It loves disturbed soil. You can transplant it but every scrap of broken root will spring into a new plant. The best way to multiply your Monarda is to dig up a clump and move it from place to place, leaving a trail of broken roots and new plants. And it is not entirely benign. Monarda is very susceptible to white mildew after it blooms and if you have other plants that are susceptible to this fungus, such as zinnias for instance, they may not do well next to monarda. This is a situation  that shows why we need the Hicklin Rule. Monarda really does tend to corrupt and deprave other plants, or at least, other plants that are susceptible to such influences. It is beautiful to the eye but like many a lush seductress, technically it fails the old Victorian obscenity test.
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Other possible criteria for defining a weed are “unwanted”, “of vigorous growth,” or “of no value” although value is in the eye of the beholder, we all want our favorite plants to be of vigorous growth, and there are people who don’t really care for roses and others who like Scotch Thistles. One thinks of Miss Wilmott’s Ghost, the Eryngeum
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  that Miss Wilmott supposedly liked to secretly seed into other people's gardens.


I think anyone would agree that the Scotch Thistle nestling among the iris in the photo above is an weed in the sense of the U.S. Supreme Court's ruling, if not the Crown's: an invasive species that multiplies like mad and loves disturbed soil, will grow under any conditions, is drought and disease tolerant,  has harsh prickly spines, and gets huge if not pulled up. Ironically, the blooms of the Scotch thistle have an interesting color and shape and attract butterflies--maybe not as well as a butterfly bush (a buddleia), but close. I tend to pull most of them up and then leave a couple to enjoy in late summer, guaranteeing an annual infestation.

A further defining characteristic of weeds is their tendency to spring up voluntarily in disturbed ground. Cultivated soil is disturbed soil. Many familiar garden weeds are also common to construction sites and seldom seen anywhere but plowed or tilled or recently graded sites. What we call “fresh dirt” is their actual habitat. Of course how fresh garden dirt really is can be debated. It may look pretty fresh but it’s probably been buried out of sight somewhere since the last Ice Age. At this time of year the weeds are springing too fast for nice considerations but
we can still think about this question even as we pull and snap invaders in our flower and vegetable beds. Why are our innocent flower beds open to such immoral influences? 

Meanwhile our new raised beds are coming along fast, six completed for vegetables, others overhauled or extended for flowers and as deer barricades. There is something a bit fantastical about these plant castles and barricades, a little reminiscent of Game of Thrones and Night of the Living Deer.  The main motive surely is to have fun and see what happens, even if gardening to some extent is “To guard a title that was rich before, To
gild refined gold, to paint the lily,” as Lord Salisbury says in King John.
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GOOD FENCES MAKE GOOD DEER

4/11/2014

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After months of cold and snow this winter, we are starting to get incremental warmth. The ornamental magnolias around town bloomed all of a sudden, and quite a few of them were promptly frostbitten and shed their blackened petals the day after they opened. Others in more protected spots kept some of their bloom. Ornamental pears, a tougher tree, followed and then the cherries opened a day or so later. Lilacs, dogwoods and redbuds are budding up now. When spring comes late, the trees seem to respond almost in unison.  Charlottesville thinks of itself as a dogwood town, but cherries in bloom are ethereal. Pending the run of truly warm days needed to set off the dogwoods, the cherries will be the glory of many a neighborhood.

The late spring also led to hungry deer. I say hungry -- I mean famished. Deer are beautiful creatures when you aren’t actively competing with them, but the local Odocoileus virginianus herds overstepped their bounds in my view when in March they stripped the leaves off our camellia bushes. Next to go was the first growth of every
daylily in the yard. Few gardening terrors are worse than a herd of hungry deer. 

Here are a couple of photos of our local deer, taken by Karen during one of this winter's snowstorms:
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How many deer we see on a given day seems to vary from 3 to a dozen, usually a single herd but
sometimes two or more. Of course traffic on nearby Route 20  thins them out a bit, but otherwise their predators are few and far between. We have wildcats and coyotes and occasionally bear, but these are not a threat to healthy grown deer. The amount of legal hunting in a woodsy rural neighborhood like ours is negligible. Illegal hunting is generally very modest, although I sometimes wonder if the single gunshots we hear from time to time represent the demise of a deer who has pushed his luck too far.

Karen and I have been discussing deer fences for years. What has finally catalyzed us to act is the nascent vegetable garden we’re in the process of installing. Our original idea was to fence in a convenient area next to the house for vegetables in raised beds. On second thought, I decided to enclose my new side beds and rock garden as well. This will result in a much larger fenced area. We are now building the long-deferred fences. Since deer can almost fly, anything less than an eight-foot fence would be a waste of effort.  An eight foot fence requires ten foot fence posts and a lot of wire.

Ted, Alan and Mike came over last Saturday, and we spent the day hauling cinderblocks for the raised beds, planting fence posts, painting the sheds, trimming trees, dragging limbs to the brush pile and otherwise enjoying ourselves. Cinderblocks and fence posts are designed for efficiency. Working with these construction materials is more like a task of assembly and less a puzzle, compared to working with rough
stone and fallen logs procured out of the woods. You don’t have to interrogate cinderblocks or reason out the peculiarities of an individual log. Some would say reasoning out our own peculiarities is work enough, but that job will never be finished. 

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One disadvantage to our new eight foot fence will be the barrier it will put up between visiting deer and the basement windows on that side of the house. Often in the evening I have looked up from my computer to
see a deer staring through the window at me. My response is invariably deeply spiritual. “Holy shit.” Not that the deer seem impressed. I imagine they are just curious, indulging in learning opportunities, checking out the interior terrain. Sometimes the creature looking in is a not a deer, but a raccoon or an opossum. But the commonest visitor to these sills, soon to be fenced off, is one or another of the feral yard cats.

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Possibly the cats fill the deer in on things they have observed, and vice versa. I have certainly seen the yard ferals pretending to stalk full grown deer, and I have seen the deer respond by pretending to be stalked. There is a relationship there, a certain shared humor. And what the cats don’t know isn’t worth knowing.  
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    Gary Dale Mawyer has been writing for over four decades, and to date has published four novels, Rockfish, The Southern Skylark,  Exemptions, and The Adventures of Reese Macaque, P.I., as well as a biographical history, Sergeant Wolinski and the Great War, and a short story collection, Dark and Other Stories. Gary's writings draw on a wealth of history, lore and lived experience. He has a B.A. and an M.F.A. from the University of Virginia. Gary is a Central Virginia native with over 40 years of publishing and editing experience. His interests include American and Virginia history, military history, geology, hiking, travel, landscaping and gardening.  He is the father of four grown children and has four grandchildren. He lives with his wife Karen and two cats in Albemarle County. 

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