The gardeners in the small neighborhood park I call my own, butchered the beauty out of the spring flowers and attendant bird migration. In their zeal to prune away the dead and diseased tree branches, they yanked out all non-native “invasive” species. This disrupted the seasonal pattern of our expectations. As I wandered through the other day, a neighbor with her spaniel in tow stopped me.

“What happened to our flowers?” She yelled across the boxwood.
“The gardeners mulched it all into last years’ compost.” I said. I don’t know her, but here we were joined by a sudden mutual experience.
“They went too far! Can’t you do something about it?” 

Me? I must have spoken with authority about the Chicago Park District’s program to remove invasive species and introduce native plants. As usual, I imparted knowledge based on next to nothing. Last summer as my allergies exploded, I read an article in the Chicago Tribune about the Park District planting more allergen-producing native plants, like goldenrod.  A passing employee of the Chicago Park District once educated me on the park’s introduction of native plants, especially those glorious hibiscus. And a neighbor who is a volunteer gardener at the Lincoln Park Zoo spends her summer eliminating “invasives”. That’s the extent of my knowledge on the subject.

“You can go to the Park District Board meetings and ask about it,” was my know-it-all answer.

But Nature has once again reigned supreme in my city neighborhood. On my street, there is no human control over the crow’s nest and its four chicks that are flapping around in the branches. I watch them strengthen their young wings to fly out from their birthplace and fend for themselves. Wildlife never needs permission to be. But it does need protection.


The New York Times reported this week on one of Chicago’s best nature stories. The Lakeside Center at McCormick Place applied a treatment on its glass building to deter migrating birds from banging into it. Last year up to 1,000 birds died in one night at McCormick Place. This year, the deaths, due to the widow treatment, were down by 95%. Chicago’s unpopular mayor should take credit. For some of us this fact alone is enough to vote for his reelection.

Unfortunately there’s no treatment we can apply to protect ourselves from bumping up against the current man-made enemy that is called the United States of America. What can protect us from dirty air and water unleashed by industrial, vehicle and power plant toxins?

I envision a doomsday scenario, a post-apocalyptic environment like “the Last of Us.” Will my city’s native species die off and be replaced by invasive, toxic-loving kudzu? The White Christian Nationalists setting ecological policy have abandoned the Bible as their guide. Genesis 2:15, in all versions, clearly states we must tend to God’s creation.

NIV: The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.

KJV: And the LORD God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.

NLT: The LORD God placed the man in the Garden of Eden to tend and watch over it.

CSB: The LORD God took the man and placed him in the garden of Eden to work it and watch over it.


NYT: An Illinois Building Was a Bird Killer. A Simple Change Made a World of Difference.


5 thoughts on “Fear of Kudzu City

  1. Regan ,
    I fought “restoration “ for years when I lived in Edgebrook . My neighbors and I were fighting the cutting down of old beautiful trees , replacing them with prairie grass and prescribed burns where they don’t belong . Once they start they don’t want to give up the grant money that flows in year after year .
    Terrible . Earthworms are an invasive species , too . Just sayin’ .
    Sent from my iPhone

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  2. Thank you for this, Regan. There is a reasonably good Facebook group called Native Habitat Managers. What I like about it? The diversity of opinions and approaches.

    There is an elderberry shrub growing in Lincoln Park. It lives underneath a gorgeous spruce or fir tree. I first noticed it in 2020-2021 and admired its tenacity. Then the Park District staff came along and chopped it to shreds. Literally. There were splinters all over the place.

    Because it’s what elderberries do, the remnants of the plant haev been rising again. I check for signs of elderberry life under that tree every time I walk by. Each year, new elderberry growth, followed by the shears of the CPD.

    This time, the elderberry is getting an edge on the Park District by sprawling in a few different directions. I have hope. Maybe the elderberry will be allowed to live this year. It is bringing no harm to its host tree. It is a native, quite at home exactly where it belongs. Hold a good thought.

    Samme


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  3. The tyranny we witness in every other part of life, thrives in the garden community under the guise of the “Master Gardener” One of my garden friends Joan Each Rowen, told me “The more I’ve learned as a Master Gardener, the worse my garden has become.”

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