I once heard (or did I dream it?) that bindweed roots used to be known as ‘the devil’s guts’.
If your plot doesn’t suffer from it you may not understand the agony and ecstasy of bindweed.
The agony: today, seeing the first of the year’s green shoots of the stuff. Standing proud, heart-shaped leaves curled into the stem before it flattens out and STARTS. TO. SPREAD. You know you shouldn’t, but you gently pull. And it snaps off in your hand. You just KNOW that underground it’s gonna branch and branch and send up five shoots to get you back for that one you just broke.
The ecstasy: when you dig, and you find buried underground that satanic intestine. You forget about the digging, you get down on hands and knees and you start channeling like a mole to follow that damn root through the earth. After several inches BINGO! You’ve found the trunk that your branch was attached to, with loads of other branches attached. It’s like finding the secret lair of your evil nemesis. Gently, gently, eeeease it out – and leave it on the soil to die a slow death in the drying sunshine…..mwa ha ha hahaha
Or is it just me???