Now I’m worried, having mistaken Tamarind for Tamarisk. I still have a large batch of seeds but I’m beginning to wonder if I leaped into the deep end of the pool a bit fast – or if the pool even has water in it. I turn my attention toward the 200 pampas grass seeds. Dare I hope for good news?
Nope. I dare not. Turns out that pampas grass is a nightmare similar to kudzu. Cut kudzu back at breakfast, and it’s taken the town back by dinnertime.
Pampas grass spreads like wildfire. It’s so pernicious that New Zealand’s Department of Conservation has declared it an invasive weed. Turns out you need a bulldozer to remove good-sized plants. I don’t own a bulldozer.
Here in California, pampas grass comes with its own set of problems, not the least of which is uncontrolled growth and contribution to a significant wildfire issue. The consensus is pest, according to some articles.
I decide against planting the pampas grass seed. Since I can’t flush it down the drain – it’ll just take up residence in the septic tank and probably flourish in months – I seal its plastic baggie and mark it with a big red X for Don’t Plant This. There will be other plants and other seeds.