Yucca, Yucca, Yucca
Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. The neighbor is letting us use her driveway until ours is built. There is legal access but it is two blocks down a paper street, a never improved road owned by the county. A road laid out when the subdivision was established in the 50’s. This paper road runs where our grass patch grows into the neighbor’s beautiful coastal field. As a way to say thank you for such neighborly pleasantries, we cut the neighbors field, the first time in two years. I mean we had the borrowed tractor again anyways to cut ours. How long could it possibly take?
Yowzers, what an ordeal. Do you know what can grow into a field in that time frame? Concrete blocks, plastic bottles, rebar, Johnson Grass 8′ tall, coastal grass so thick that it had to be cut on the slowest setting and at the highest heights, and these plants. Hot dog!
When asked what they were the reply was “they weren’t there before, cut them down”. Hmm, four plants three feet wide, two feet tall grew in the less than two years. Seems shifty, but what do I know. Wait, what? Cut them down! I don’t think so. These are beautiful specimens of some undetermined plant. I want them. “Fine”, I was told, “move them to your property”. Yeah, my first plant! Well, it will be when we figure out what it is, when it can be transferred, and how to move to it without killing it. My first official plant come winter, that is. Isn’t it wonderful?