
For a number of years I have been engaged in a losing struggle against a weed: wild parsnip. Originally brought to North America for its edible root, it long ago escaped containment and began to travel. I’ve seen it growing happily along roads and streams throughout Fundy Albert. A good portion now occupies the lawns and fields around my house. Growing to a height of six feet and producing several clusters of small yellow flowers, it isn’t exactly unattractive but it is everywhere.