125 Cinco de Madreselva
Turns out that pleasant green ground cover that was spreading between the trees on the back of my property is honeysuckle.
When I was growing up we had a honeysuckle bush in our backyard. As a kid I used to enjoy pulling off flowers and using the stamen to get a little sweet bead of dewey “honey” as a treat. That honeysuckle bush was always in one spot on the fence.
Honeysuckle isn’t so well behaved anymore. It’s invasive, and if not dealt with it will spread and take over and kill everything in the area, including trees, which is will obnoxiously climb. That’s what it’s trying to do at the back of my yard.
So now I have a job, not a pleasant one either, because I have to cut it all out and somehow make sure it can’t come back and I’m determined to do this without spraying chemicals all over it.
If it isn’t one thing it’s another. Apparently it now makes sense to no one but a lunatic wanna-be pope that tariffs on foreign movies are necessary.
When will the madness end? Will we have tariffs on foreign music? Paintings? Literature? Who knows!
At least I can cut out the honeysuckle.
