A Stinking Benjamin by any other name....

…or Wake Robin, or Stinking Benjamin. I have never been able to confirm the latter unflattering name for this lovely and common woodlands spring wildflower. Doesn’t stink to my nose. But then, we don’t all smell the same. Or I should say, it is not true that if you’ve smelled one rose, everyone will agree with your that it is a pleasant experience. “Smell this” I said on last week’s Rocky Knob excursion. The husband said “It smells like dirt.” The wife: “Garlic!” It …

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Image via Wikipedia This morning, after the soaking rain overnight, I’ll don the heavy-duty rubber gardening gloves and work in vain on the bank of the branch just out the back door and beside the big lilac bush to clear away the garlic mustard, a European invasive, Allaria petiolata, an over-wintering biennial first introduced in North America as a potherb in colonial times. I pulled off lots of tops last year, not realizing the plant has a defense against that: a deep taproot from …

Can’t Beat’em, Eat’em: Garlic Mustard Read more »