I’m with Michele on the joys of seeing goldenrod everywhere at this time of year. And I do mean everywhere: in alleys, alongside highways, covering vacant lots, in the parks, in the fields, in the meadows. Nothing can keep it down; it seems to thrive in the most inhospitable of urban situations as well as going—well, wild, in the wild.
Next year, I plan to domesticate it as part of a scheme for replacing a rose bed with a tall perennial border. I do hear talk of it irritating the allergic, but I’ve also heard that it’s unfairly blamed for the sins of ragweed, in bloom at the same time. There are twenty species common to this part of New York, but don’t ask me which I see most—probably solidago canadensis.
Goldenrod was suggested as the official flower of the U.S. about 100 years ago, but eventually lost out to whatever our country’s flower is now. See? I don’t even know. (Well, I do. It’s the rose—declared as recently as 1987—but I had to google it.) It may as well be Western New York’s official flower. I’d vote for it.