One man's weed is another man's treasure!

Okay.  So the second major success of my 2012 gardening season turns out to be another weed.  This is not a good sign for an avocational plantsman.  I don’t have a “day job” to not quit.

       

You may or may not remember my first horticultural triumph of the year – the man-eatingthistle that appeared amidst the arborvitae that fringe the south end of our property.  Truthfully the major attraction of that plant was its ever-increasing growth pattern – morphing in just a few months from a midget wrestler to Andre the Giant.  The blue, Velcro-like spheres at the end of its branches just made it that much weirder.

      

 But now there is an even more glamorous and deadlier looking volunteer in the former shade garden at the other end of the same southern border.  (That flowerbed was previously in heavy shade (25 hours/day) but now is unrelenting sun due to the removal of the four trees that prevented any form of radiation penetrating the area.)  Knowing how little I knew about what I was looking at I quickly photographed it and sent it out to my circle of fellow amateur hoers and growers for identification and advice.

The answers flew in faster than weeds sprouting in fertile soil.  “Pokeweed”,  “Pokeweed”, “Pokeweed”, and one “Bad stuff.  Gets huge and can take over an area.”

       

One of these early responders went on to say, “At Bram and Monica's [our son and daughter-in-law’s] wedding reception, the very creative flower arranger used pokeweed, with those beautiful purple berries, plus some other stuff, including something that reminded me a little of lunaria, altho it was different and someone mentioned that it was an invasive weed. Gorgeous arrangements.

       

“And there is one house in my neighborhood with a tall shrub of pokeweed that is beautiful -- I think the gardener in that family must have arborized the plant.

       

“One man's weed is another man's treasure!”

       

And another wrote, “I think the birds drop the seeds because it pops up everywhere.”

       

Now that I knew what my mystery plant was called I could look on the internet for more info.  It was all there – except for the part about the wedding flower arrangement – and much more.

       

In the southern United States, for example, Pokeweed is a commonly eaten “green”.

       

“This recipe [from wildmanstevebrill.com] is a must for anyone using pokeweed. It makes the plant safe and delicious.

       

"8 cups young pokeweed leaves and stems of plants up to 8 inches tall, collected only in springtime, and without any pieces of the toxic taproot, coarsely-chopped

      1 large pot of rapidly boiling water

      1 medium pot of rapidly boiling water, 2 tbs. olive oil, 4 cloves garlic, chopped, 1/4 cup wine vinegar, 2 tsp. tamari soy sauce

      1. Boil the pokeweed in the medium pot of rapidly boiling water 1 minute over high heat.

      2. Drain in a colander.

      3. Return the pokeweed to pot with more boiling water from the large pot and boil another minute.

      4. Drain and change the water again, and boil another 15 minutes

      5. Drain again, pressing the pokeweed against the colander with a slotted spoon to press out as much water as possible.

      6. Meanwhile, if desired, gently sauté the garlic in olive oil 2-3 minutes or until lightly browned, and stir the oil, garlic, tamari, and vinegar into the cooked, drained pokeweed greens.

      Note: Omit the last step if you’re planning to use the pokeweed in another recipe with different seasonings.

      Serve hot.

      Makes 2-2/3 cups”

       

This recipe mentions “young” leaves.  Other references talk about using the leave ONLY when they are colored green.  Purple hued ones apparently can kill you.  As can the berries – wherever they fall on the color wheel.

       

Another web site debated the merits of letting the plant grow versus ripping any traces of it out of the ground as soon as it appeared.  The argument seemed evenly divided between the pros (mostly eaters of the weed) and cons (who truthfully did sound a little alarmist).  A few of those in favor of letting the plant propagate also mentioned its aesthetic charms.  None of those on the destruction side did.

      

 Mars and I are going to keep it and see what happens next year.  We certainly don’t want a Pokeweed forest – but we definitely would like the look of a few of the globose buried bushes in our landscape.

       

Sadly none of the wedding photos that we have perused captured the ornamental Pokeweed.  So, maybe we’ll drop off a cutting or two with our favorite local florist to see what she could do with them.  We also have another enterprise in town (“Edible Arrangements”) that combines the idea of fruit baskets with designs inspired by the floral business. We definitely will not bring them any.

After the publication of this piece I received an email from one of my circle of growers and hoers asking if I remembered a song called "Polk Salad Annie" recorded by Tony Joe White.  I did not.  But here is a video.