2432. A brew of convolvulus © Bruce Goodman 20 May 2022

Giselle’s husband, Jeffrey, had said quite clearly thirty years ago that the convolvulus growing wild in their garden should be exterminated. “It’s poisonous,” he said. “If you made a brew with it, it could kill you.” “Who’s going to make a brew out of convolvulus?” asked Giselle. Still, she pulled out most of it from the garden and destroyed it; if only to keep her husband from going on about it. Over the thirty years the convolvulus kept reappearing. It was impossible to eradicate every root and it sprouted up will-nilly. These days Jeffrey’s dislike of convolvulus grew into an eternal diatribe. Goodness knows why he didn’t go into the garden and pull the weeds himself. Quite frankly, Giselle had had enough. “It’s a dangerous plant. It’ll kill you.” On and on Jeffrey went. On and on. Giselle did all the work around the house. That was when Giselle discovered that a brew made with convolvulus didn’t work. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story