Two hours in the bamboo
Heck of a way to spend a Sunday: 2 hours ripping out bamboo. Pharmacy Chick does NOT grow bamboo, but she has a neighbor who does. My yard is neat and tidy and hers is a urban jungle. Several years ago she planted a bamboo garden. Let me tell you that if you plant bamboo in anything OTHER than a container, you deserve exactly what you are going to get: bamboo everywhere. Today I got to do my semi-anual hack, clip and rip.
Let me tell you what bamboo is. Bamboo is like the troublemaker at school who wants to date your daughter. Bamboo is like your weird Uncle Stan drops in from Philly “for a few days” and is still there 2 weeks later. Bamboo is like your neighbor’s barking dog…at 2 am. Bamboo is like Stan’s wife Alice who smoked in your bathroom and thought you’d never find out cuz she used the fan. Bamboo is God’s own weed. Once you have it, you will never get rid of it.
The neighbor behind us had a bamboo garden once too. When they moved out, the new neighbors ripped and hacked for years before it finally quit popping up. Not even Round Up kills it. It creeps under the fence and starts growing. Hence todays version of the Hack, Clip and Rip.
It looks great now. But, it mocks me from afar. “I’ll be back” HA HA HA
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