Each year, in late autumn, I’m awoken in the middle of the night by a giant thump, followed by shovelling noises. It’s the annual delivery of a giant yellow bin filled with road salt. I appreciate my municipality’s foresight and dedication, I do. I live on a hill, on the edge of a steep cul-de-sac and things get slick. In the absence of an alternative, it’s necessary. But inevitably, all that road salt gets washed into our storm drains and onto our properties. I have a garden right at the curb, so it gets a good dousing every time a plow goes by, scraping up what’s been spread onto the road. This got me thinking about salt-tolerant plants.
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