May 22, 2005
MY FECUND WORLD
Confederate Jasmine: Out of control!
Mimosa: Out of control!
I plant this stuff, but then I am not a faithful steward of my bounty, as it were, and so it goes feral on me, untamed. The jasmine I can trim back after it blossoms, the mimosa has become a savage creature with a life of its own. I'll have to saw it off at the base, drill a hole in the stump, fill it with Roundup, and start afresh. After it finishes blossoming, of course. Mimosas actually smell pretty good, like honeysuckle. They don't waylay you from ten feet away like the jasmine, but still pretty nice. I'll hate killing it, but it is a beast, and will be in my neighbor's yard, grasping for his child, if I don't take it out.
That looks like my high school hairdo - the mimosa, that is.
Posted by: sadie at May 22, 2005 5:45 PMDon't know your neighbors kid but if it was in my yard with a chance of grasping for the brats next door, well maybe I would just keep it around for about twenty years.
Posted by: GUYK at May 23, 2005 9:10 AM