One day I decided this needed to go:
It’s pretty, I know. But this beauty has an evil side; it has mad
thorns that will rip your flesh with one wrong move. It grows like
wildfire and you can’t kill it. What began as a small potted gift from a
friend had turned into a fiend that was destroying my fence, yard and
My husband doesn’t let me use electrical tools in the garden
because…well, because I’ve given him good reason not to. So– I have been
relegated to do whatever I’d like in the garden as long as I don’t
sever electrical wires or send myself to the emergency room.
Every summer in the unrelenting Florida heat, I’d trim it back in
tiny increments, but the more I trimmed the faster and thicker it grew…
until it took over half of the backyard fence.
It was so intricately entwined and out of control that as I stood
with my clippers in hand I was at a loss for where to begin. One thing
about me … If I have enough determination to begin something, I will
finish it… The job will get done, come what may. That’s my mother’s DNA.
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