A favorite writer/chef/mentor/friend of mine is known for saying that “nothing is wasted on the writer.” I think the same can be said of the gardener.
Last year when I saw that my front yard was infested with onions gone wild, I began inquiring whether I was the only one whose yard they’d decided to conquer. Turns out they had taken over much of Brooklyn and reportedly had begun to storm other boroughs as well. I decided to get rid of them. I spent the better part of a week or more trying to rid my front plot of these pesky veggies.
This year, I decided to forego paying neighbor kids for the bunches they could uproot. I would not throw them out (this, to avoid them taking root in the compost). I would take them on, instead, by eating them.
Luckily for me, a friend happened to mention that her acupuncturist just recommended strong onion soup as this season’s cure to her hay fever. Luckily for her, the cure is on its way.
I haven’t spotted anything that looks like the pictures. Maybe I’ve been lucky so far. It always seems the things you try to grow are difficult while the things you don’t want growing ‘Live long and prosper’.