Wrapped Up in Nasturtium
(Via washingtonpost.com - A Cook's Garden by Barbara Damrosch)
The view from the upstairs window was alarming. Titanic vines, full of purpose, had so engulfed my 30-inch-tall marigolds that only a few specks of gold color could be seen beneath the huge leaves. Tumbling over a low granite wall, the plants had begun to snake through the herb garden, with the Alpine strawberries next in their sights. These were not squash vines, or pumpkins, or even kudzu, the famous "vine that ate the South." They were trailing nasturtiums.
The view from the upstairs window was alarming. Titanic vines, full of purpose, had so engulfed my 30-inch-tall marigolds that only a few specks of gold color could be seen beneath the huge leaves. Tumbling over a low granite wall, the plants had begun to snake through the herb garden, with the Alpine strawberries next in their sights. These were not squash vines, or pumpkins, or even kudzu, the famous "vine that ate the South." They were trailing nasturtiums.
