I remember the event like it was yesterday, when in reality, it must have been about 15 years ago. We had just moved into our new house and I was sprucing up the yard with a few plants I bought at the local nursery. This ivy was call Hedera helix, or English Ivy, and it was just three tiny plants. The first year, it lulled me into a false sense of security. It did it’s job very well, spreading slightly to cover a bare patch between the Driveway Sideway garden and the sloping garden I have yet to name. But like all things that are left to fend for themselves, I lost track of where it was going and what it was doing.
Fast forward about 5 years, and not only is the bare patch completely covered with ivy, but the wall was obliterated, the emerald arborvitae was sporting an ivy skirt, and the concrete block of the house foundation was growing green. I knew at that moment that I had to keep a better eye on that ivy. I also understood the term “invasive” when referring to certain overbearing plants. In fact, I’ve since read that you really should avoid planting this ivy because it is so hard to contain.
This was also the year I discovered that Poison Ivy likes to hang out with its cousin, English. Hmmm.
Fast forward 10 years (to yesterday) and I’m in total disbelief as I try desperately to re-own the wall. I’m pulling ivy out by the root, and this stuff is tough. Each piece of ivy has a root system that defies logic. This root grabs on tight to whatever is in its path, and it just keeps climbing. Not sure what kind of moisture it’s extracting from the concrete block foundation and the stone wall, but it’s thriving in places that no living thing should be able to thrive in.