Yes of course treydog!! You are talking about the slow, insidious creeping Kudzew (sp?) invasion! That is what we call it here in Florida ... sounds phonetically like .. Could-zoo. I hate that stuff!
They had to totally tear up and clear and replant our favorite park here called Meade Gardens in Winter Park (it is one of the main features of the Winter Park Boat Tour because the boat canals cut all through it.) Poor Mead looks like an embarrassed Southern Belle stripped down to her bloomers because she fell ingraciously into the mud and Mammy has to relaunder all her finery and redo her hair, etc.
Of course Meade isn't the only place, just a worst example of what is happening all over when left unchecked. The worst thing about Kudzu is that it not only covers everything but shades out and kills everything below it until it kills the very trees that are supporting it and will itself fall to the earth and take over right over the grass itself. Gahhh!!!
We also had a strange vine doing the same thing on our cedar tree at our old studios that I used to constantly pull outa the cedar ... bright orange tiny squash looking fruit with intense shocking pink flesh that the birds ate and spread the seeds of all around....
So Anyway ... I really liked The Wolf's poem too = a real thinker
============ Here is one of my favorites ... I consider Jimmy Buffet to be quite a poet ... a non-thinker, singalong{
A Pirate Looks At Forty By: Jimmy Buffett Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over-forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late
I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast Never meant to last, never meant to last
And I have been drunk now for over two weeks I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin' Down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends
(instrumental)
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day Still could manage to smile Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
Coda: I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
Quote:William Blake ("If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite.") and from Aldous Huxley's book about psychedelic drugs, The Doors of Perception .... The Doors were named.
This post has been edited by Ibis: Aug 31 2006, 08:07 AM
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