"Are those blueberries?" inquired Mr. Ginley, peering out the kitchen window.
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"I'm not sure what they are," I replied. "But they are not blueberries. Just another weed in the jungle."
But, of course, it didn't end there. The questions kept coming, and I was compelled to contact my expert on the topic (aka, my sister, Diane). I went out and took a few snaps and texted her the best one (which, sadly, wasn't good enough to use here.)
Her reply was quick. Of course, she knew what it was.
"Pokeweed," she replied. "Critters like it. Definitely an acquired taste. Will spread if happy. Yours looks mighty happy. Could end up with purple poop."
I was momentarily puzzled by the ending, until she continued a minute later.
"Droppings, that is...the critters, not you."
And so I was not surprised when I observed purple splotches on the ground outside the back door.
As I've said before, I'm trying to be kind to birds, bees, and bunnies. (Thankfully, "woodchuck" doesn't start with a "b".) In return, I'm getting thanked with colorful driveway markers.
Of course, there are other perks. I get to watch squirrel antics in the tree over the fence. I've seen a few monarch butterflies. And fireflies. I've heard mourning doves and cardinals. Cicadas and crickets.
The only downside this year has been the invasion of lantern flies. I've killed hundreds of the ghastly beasts. Thankfully, with the cooler weather, they are dying out or laying low. Either way, I'm glad their numbers seem to be receding.
Soon, I'll have to go out and start chopping away at the now-denuded blackberry bushes, the dried up weeds, and yes, the pokeweed (once the berries are finished).
For now, I'm going to enjoy the last remnants of summer, the cooler weather, and the crickets, which are still creating a lovely evening soundtrack.
Heaven knows, I won't be ready to shovel snow anytime soon.
Photo attribution: Cbaile19, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons