We don't often feature noxious weeds here, but what the heck? Our parents brought us to these woods when we were young; we brought our children here when they were young. I remember about ten years ago when I first saw these Cynoglossum officinale ("Hound's Tongue") moving into this favourite corner of the wild. Today they grow more and more prevalent, crowding out many of my old friends. I curse, and rip them out by the handful, raving against the darkness, but what can I accomplish? I shudder to think of the vistas our great-grandchildren will see here.