To spray or not to spray, that is the question
Whether ’tis wiser to expect some further rain
And let the bloody nettles live another day
Or go and drench them with a toxic shower
Beneath the glowering clouds that fill the sky
And in so doing make them wilt, and ultimately die.
Answers on a postcard please. A winner will be drawn at random and receive 600 kg. of dead nettles. Warning: May contain bindweed.
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The quality of weedkiller is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the bloody weeds.
Soup, soup! My kingdom for some soup (nettle)!
Bravo, ladies! I wish I could compose a fitting response, but I’m engulfed in a huge hayfever cloud just at the mo and the creative brain isn’t functioning.
No more; and at knee high to say an end
The nose-ache and the thousand tissues used
Their deep rooted splendor ’tis a plague
Disloyal to their queens desires, to live or die
To live; perchance to breath again; a sneeze begone!
(personally I would kill for nettles in my yard!)
Oh not to spray is my advice to you
the bees love ‘em through and through
Besides, we don’t want to kill the birds
send them to sleep, perchance to dream.
I’d nothing do to hurt the bees
Their busy buzzing does me please
Despite the fact they’ve stung me twice
My dearest wish is to be nice
Nettles have their place, I know
I do not mind to let them grow
But they in turn must leave us space
To walk in peace, and with some grace
Not have to weave and dodge and leap
Because they now are elbow-deep
And creep with stealth across our lands
Stinging toes and feet and legs and hands
The birds and bees have pool and fields
Of wild flowers to suit their needs
So with regret I have to say
Those damned nettles I shall spray.
PS I’m all out of iambic pentameters.
If you must remove them why not
put long gloves on, pull them out
or slash and burn to clear the way
anything but chemical spray –
which kills more than you think.
PS my iambics have gone walkabout, too, but I admire yours greatly!
I wish we could, Viv. I hate using chemicals, but believe me, from a small patch they have spread out to cover about one-quarter of an acre, and it is just not physically possible to hand pull them all. Soon they will have overrun the whole field. I did try blasting them with vinegar, but it wasn’t successful. We have slashed loads, but of course the roots travel a long way and they are popping up further and further from the mother-lode. I like to let nature sort itself out, but these beasts are taking advantage of my good nature.