What's that smell coming from next door? We kind of wonder about it for days thinking our neighbors might be boiling old socks or something. Maybe they're getting even with us for our hillside of weeds bordering their garden.
The rains are over and we really need to tackle those weeds. The first thwack of the weed eater summons a nasal burning whiff of... wild
ONIONS.
We back off a bit. Survey the hillside. Hubby picks a sample and tastes it. "Stop," I yell thinking maybe it's poisonous. With a little Internet research we find out:
Survivalists eat them.
Mowing will not kill them.
Herbicides will not control them.
Crows Poison plants resemble them and are poisonous.
They can be used like chives.
There's a whole bunch of Wild Onion restaurants and pubs.
It appears we have tenfold what was up there last year. The neighbors are going to be mad. Thinking perhaps we should start our own Wild Onion Brewery (except the name has already been taken.)
Maybe make wild onion necklaces to ward off vampires... oops that would be garlic.
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We had a huge patch of these behind a house we used to live in. We lived there nine years and it probably doubled in size during that time. I personally LOVE the smell of onions, though, so it was like having a wonderful patch of fragrant wildflowers would be for a "normal" person. ;)
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