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I do have an occasional maintenance issue with "Granny's Bonnet", as these are sometimes called. Here on the prairie, they often become infested with "columbine leafminers" (Phytomyza sp.), a fly larvae that lives and lays eggs in the leaves, leaving unsightly trails behind as they migrate and feed. The Internet provides scant useful advice regarding control of these pests, with one prominent page suggesting only to ignore them or to pick off diseased leaves. If I followed the latter advice, I'd only be left with a bunch of completely defoliated columbines by early June. Similarly, I ignore written suggestions to cut them to the ground and start over. Older sources suggest the use of DDT, a chemical that likely would do the job, but which I suspect is a bit difficult to obtain these days. Occasionally, I've resorted to spraying with less lethal insecticides or even to tossing down some of the commercial fertilizer which contains systemic insecticide, all in an effort to keep the leaves unblemished and healthy. Other years, as some of these photos this year demonstrate, I let the leafminers alone to do what leafminers must do.
Columbine folklore is rife with tales of love, attraction, and betrayal. Columbines were held to be sacred to Venus, but were often associated with folly and cuckoldry. At one time, giving a woman a bouquet of columbines was an insult since they were only presented to women suspected of loose morals. Mrs. ProfessorRoush, however, thinks they are fabulous little flowers and takes no umbrage to my growing them near our main entrance,
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While skeptical, however, I'm not an idiot and I most assuredly won't use myself as a test subject. It is said that Native American men crushed the seeds and rubbed them into their hands because the scent was so pleasing it was thought to attract a mate. Perhaps Mrs. ProfessorRoush would appreciate the gift of a new fragrant soap if she believed it would rekindle the marital fires?