Nice picture, eh? That burgeoning bit of bamboo posing with my shoe?
The day before yesterday there was NO bamboo sprouting. I swear. I checked. Today, this is what it looks like.
Bamboo is scary stuff. I was talking to Downtownguy this morning and I said, "Maybe I should plant some under the kitchen and see if it'll push it back up where it should be."
And my son said, "Yeah. Nothing could go wrong with THAT plan."
I can just imagine coming out to get my coffee one morning to find bamboo growing up from the floor, having pushed aside the pine boards in its eagerness to reach the ceiling.
No, spring is not all about the lovely, delicate blossoms. Although, there sure are some of those, too.
These are the flowers of the tung tree which is not native to this area but which thrives here. Perhaps a bit too much. It was planted in North Florida during one of the wars because the oil from its nut can be used as a substitute for petroleum products. I had no idea when I moved here, five years ago, that I had a tung tree but I do. Every part of the tree is toxic, even those beautiful peachy blossoms which does not stop me from cutting and bringing them inside.
I am risking death for beauty!
They say that one of the seeds of this plant can be fatal. Good to know. Don't plant them over your chicken coop or dog pen.
The wind is gusting, the sky is gray. There are tiny gold finches on the feeder and I keep thinking one of them is going to suddenly be taken up into the skies by the wind. They are holding on tightly with their little tiny bird feet as the feeder sways. Even the black birds who come in to eat are looking anxiously up at the sky.
I am not going to the parade although I made many muffins last night and used the last two heads of cabbage in the garden for coleslaw to take with me. But no. I'd rather not get on the road where the wind would buffet my little car this way and that. It would be fun to see the parade in such exciting conditions but I'd rather stay here and besides, my old dog Pearl is freaked out by the weather and wants me nearby.
And I think I should go kick some bamboo before it gets out of hand. It's been almost two hours since I took that picture. It's probably six feet tall by now.
Phew! I got work to do!
It's springtime in Lloyd and there is alien-powered bamboo to kick, betony to pull, dogs to comfort and winds to dance in.
So if you're in my area today, drop by and kick some bamboo.
Wear your stout shoes. Bring beer. I'll provide the muffins and coleslaw.