I was pleased to discover that the black cohosh -- good medicine for us 'pausing women -- has not only seemed to limp through the above-stated conditions, but thrived. Since it looked so unhappy, wilted and spotty when I transplanted it last fall, I thought it was a goner. Likewise for the Jacks -- while they have never increased greatly (as I have seen them do in others' gardens), they do seem to steadily reproduce themselves year after year, mostly, it seems, from the fresh seed that I drop after they bloom, despite the presence of the walnut. I noticed a few Jacks unfurling when I was on shit patrol last night. Wheeeeee!
In keeping with my expectation that someday we may need all the foraging skills we can foster for survival, I've been trying to learn to use the black walnut in place of English walnuts. However, it is uphill work. They are so oily, it's like a double dose of Crisco when you put them in cookies. And they are notoriously difficult to loosen from their rinds. But I'm grateful my tree is prolific... someday I may become a BIG fan of black walnuts.
With that fear/expectation in mind, I've been trying to learn as much about sustaining gathered wild foods as I can. More on that, and what's good in "Gather Ye Wild Things" next time.