American burnweed doesn’t care what you think. But you should think more about this plant anyway. It just might surprise you!
American burnweeds are free spirits, throwing caution and seed to the winds and popping up irreverently in new places each year. And why shouldn’t they? Life is short when you’re an annual plant who must sprout, flourish, reproduce, grow old and die in one season. It’s especially precarious when you’re an annual plant under constant threat of being yanked and sprayed.
Burnweeds don’t care what you think, rising above—sometimes even seven feet above—all the insulting remarks made about their worthlessness and unconventional appearance. They dare to sport bold leaves and tiny flowers, an anatomical combination that seems to have grossly offended the human arbiters of floral and faunal value past and present. In 1944, Alabama botanist Roland Harper admitted that burnweeds were harmless to food crops before besmirching them anyway as “one of our most useless and disreputable-looking weeds, very unattractive in appearance, and ill-scented besides.” Today, university extension sites still chastise burnweed for being, as one detractor put it, an affront to “the aesthetic attributes of the landscape.”
The bees, wasps, and butterflies in my habitat would beg to disagree with those assessments of one of their favorite late-summer plants. Far from being “useless,” burnweed flowers provide nectar for many insects.
Flowers aren’t the only hot spots. Because of their wide, sturdy leaves and abundant growth, burnweeds offer perfect substrates for courting and mating. Much drama unfolds in the understory of these plants we so often overlook. “Femme fatale” fireflies, so named for their habit of eating males, perch on the leaves. Zabulon skippers stop by to court and mate, attracting the attention of interlopers who try to aggressively disrupt their dalliances.
Burnweeds are wild pioneers, proliferating in the wake of fires or other disturbance; in our habitat, they seized their opportunity after our next-door neighbor removed dozens of pine trees and sunlight filled the edge of our land for the first time. When they find their way into newly planted patches with young seedlings, I occasionally pull a few to give the babies of other species more breathing room. But most of the time, the burnweeds are free to travel through the meadow, along the fence line, and in all the wood-chipped areas where we’ve smothered invasive grasses to make way for natives.
Rather than marring the view, they bask in the autumn light, releasing seeds that encircle their neighbors in a glowing halo.
Burnweed might even assist in cleaning up our messes; a Japanese study found that the plant gains high levels of nitrogen by assimilating nitrogen dioxide, which is formed by the burning of fossil fuels. Along with a few other plants tested—including species of eucalyptus, poplar, magnolia, and tobacco—burnweeds may act as a “sink” for the harmful air pollutant. “These plants are ecologically important,” the researchers noted, “and suited for use as vegetation in roadside green zones and parks to reduce the atmospheric concentration of NO2.”
But maybe we don’t need a scientific paper to extol the virtues of burnweed when we have insects like this little white-crossed seed bug to remind us. He’s a new friend I made this summer thanks to the burnweed bounty, and I look forward to making more such discoveries wherever the plants decide to grow in the coming years.
As an early-succession species, burnweeds lay the groundwork for whatever comes next, eventually dwindling in the face of increased competition and shade. Why not enjoy and appreciate them as their progeny floats like snow over the waning meadows, seeing each bit of fluff as a promise that life will emerge again next spring?
Watch more video clips of life in the burnweed on The Humane Gardener YouTube channel.