Friday, March 31, 2023

Walter, Did YOU Plant This Bamboo?


When I got up this morning I noticed that the screen in the window of the laundry room had fallen down and was somehow involved with a stalk of bamboo. 
What the fuck? I said to myself. 
And then when I went outside to see what was going on, I said, "What the actual fucking fuck?"


Let me interpret what you are seeing. A stalk of bamboo had grown up underneath the crosspiece of the screen and its weight had pulled the screen out of the window. It also broke the crosspiece because those things are made of aluminum which have the strength of a good butter cookie.

And then later on, when I went out to check for more bamboo, I came across this. 


Now that manly stalk has grown up interweaving itself between the wire and the wood of the fence. There's no way I can get rid of it now. There's not even enough room at the bottom to get anything in there to cut it off. It is wedged and woven. 
That shit has got some sort of weird intelligence. 

But my god it's been another beautiful day. I got the sheets out on the line and I could have happily hung laundry for hours, just pinning up mile after mile of sweet-smelling, freshly washed linens and towels. 


What could possibly be more pleasant on a day like this?

I needed to go to town to pick up a few things and of course, Costco was on the agenda. The place was packed today and I do not know why. Easter, probably. But when I went into the liquor store for Tito's vodka, guess who was there? 
Two of my favorite people, that's who. 
Kevin, who recently retired from Costco whom I have missed so much for his great laugh and superior conversational skills had come to do his own shopping, and Brenda, she of the beautiful mermaid eyes was behind the counter. I felt like I'd won a sort of lottery. A lottery of good-timing, at least. 



I made sure to ask them if it was okay for me to post the picture on my blog and they said sure. Brenda already knows about my blog because she's been on it before but Kevin had no idea. I think he may be hazy about what a blog is. We do not discuss blogs. We discuss things like politics and children and so forth. He has a daughter whom he dotes on. As does Brenda! I told Kevin that nobody knows about my blog except for a few people all over the world which I thought was both true and amusing. Brenda laughed, anyway. 

After Costco I decided to stop into the new Tractor Supply right across from Lily's old Publix. I'd never been there. I wanted to see if they had any impatiens to plant and also, I wanted to look at the chicks. 
Which I did. 


I have to tell you that it was not as painful as I thought it would be. Looking at them I had a deep and visceral memory of how much work it takes to raise chicks to maturity and also- well, how could I look at those little faces and buy them, knowing that I was dooming them to a sure and certain death by fox? 
I could not.
I bought a $3.98 succulent and a packet of okra seeds. They had no impatiens. 

On to Publix where of course I bought so much more than I went in for which was specifically two prescriptions and aluminum foil. 
And then home again and Mr. Moon had just gotten back from Moultrie, Georgia where he'd been to a car show to look at vintage cars. He told me that he'd been this close to buying a beautiful, completely restored '55 Chevy and held his long arms out to a span of approximately six feet. They wanted $100,000 dollars for it. 
Can you imagine what I would have had to say about that? 

A few days ago I had just about decided that I was not going to get any more mulberries because a huge flock of birds had taken over the tree. I mean HUGE. They may have been catbirds. But my god, they were stripping the branches of every ripe berry they could get their beaks on. 
Sigh, I said. 
But perhaps they have moved on because I haven't seen them for a few days and after I took the sheets off the line I picked another basketful. I have about a quart of berries now and might even try to make a few small jars of jam tomorrow. 
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may and make your preserves while the berries are ripe. 

For those of you who were interested in what that small wooden sign on my fence says, I took this picture today. 


I assure you that we did not put the plaque there. It was here when we moved in just like the croscomia, the bananas, the azaleas, and the bamboo. And of course the "L" stands for Lloyd. 

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon


34 comments:

  1. OMG! Finally get to see Brenda, she of the mermaid eyes! Wonderful! And is Kevin the gentleman you love so much that worked in the *alcohol* department and recently retired? This pic made my day! Your bamboo.......ugh. Almost as bad or worse than our bindweed.....which is the devils work IMO. Happy clean sheet and Martini day!
    Susan M

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    1. Yes! My darling Brenda! And you are spot on about Kevin. The hugs I got from both of them made MY day, I assure you.
      Happy clean sheet and martini day to you, too!

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  2. Are you keeping a hatchet by your bed in case that bamboo comes for you? It sounds diabolical.

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  3. That bamboo sounds like something out of sf. Scary stuff. I think it's taking over.

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  4. Lovely folks in the Cost Co store! Where friends meet friends! Dennis goes to CC at least three times a week- it is his social life. Holy old timers! Your house is really old!! I don't think there is anything that old up here in the new land. How cool , I am sure that Walter thought he might be doing a good thing planting bamboo to reclaim his land and screen windows. Wicked plant unless you own a Panda, then you can never have enough. Guess the answer to your bamboo problem is to get a bear and the chicken fox problem- peacocks. You shall have an eco- zoo!

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    1. Brenda was telling me one day that they have customers who come in every day. It is their social life too.
      Yes. This house is pretty old. I doubt Walter planted the bamboo. Probably someone who came after him. I would love to get a panda but I think that's probably illegal and Glen says- NO PEACOCKS! They make too much noise.

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  5. Awww… little chicks! We once raised 12 of them (when my youngest was in a 4-H club ) and they were so sweet- sitting on my lap to be petted .. then one evening a fisher cat got in and slaughtered them all! The 5 old hens were so mortified they stopped laying and all disappeared that summer. No chickens for us since then😢

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    1. One does reach a point with predators where it's just not worth it. And I hate that.

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  6. Beautiful Brenda! Hi Brenda!!!! My dog's name is Walter 😀

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    1. Her eyes were especially sparkly yesterday! I love that your dog's name is Walter. I bet he's a good boy.

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  7. The bamboo sounds like triffids! Watch out!

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  8. Is this (yours) the original house the town of Lloyd was named after?? that would be so cool. I've given up hanging sheets on the line now that winter is coming, plus I have to walk past the stench coming from the open windows of the druggie across the hall and I certainly don't want that smell permeating my sheets. They'll be machine dried from now until spring. I like your green edged yellow square, I had a set of table napkins just like that long ago.

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    1. I am pretty sure it was named after Walter Lloyd who was Walter Lloyd Bond's uncle. See Mr. Pudding's comment below.
      Ugh! I am so sorry that you have a stinky druggie right across the hall from you. How long has he been living there?
      I think those napkins came from Pier One originally but I got them at a thrift store.

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    2. Years, but he never used to open his windows. Now he does so we all get the "enjoy" the aroma.

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  9. That bamboo is frightening, don't turn your back on it!!

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    1. It's a very good reminder that ignoring something does not make it go away.

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    2. my previous dentist had a sign on his wall: "Teeth, ignore them and they will go away"

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  10. That bamboo is relentless, isn't it? It seems a little scary to me now that I'm reading "The Day of the Triffids," which is all about invading alien plants. (Like, SPACE alien plants.)

    I thought your description of your blog was funny. That's exactly how it is, isn't it? Our blogs are mostly lost in the anonymity of the Internet, except for the people who know where to find them.

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    1. Maybe bamboo did originally come from space. You know I have that ape/alien experiment theory which explains so many things about human beings.
      I thought what I said was funny too! And true.

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  11. How lovely to have that reminder that Walter lived there too! I would treasure that!

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    1. There used to be a pretty active Lloyd Historical Society and I'm sure they had those signs made.

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  12. I am so pleased to be "one of the few people all over the world" who know about your blog!

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  13. There are about 14 blogs that I read over breakfast and it seems that the same group of people are there commenting on each other's ! Like a worldwide family! I love it.

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    1. Yes- we are indeed a family and I love that too.

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  14. I am pretty sure you will have already seen this in "The National Register of Historic Places"...
    The Walter Lloyd Bond House (c!859, photo 5) is located on
    the south side of Bond Street, west of State Road 59. The
    original house was a three bay, one story, frame vernacular
    building, one of several built by Walter F. Lloyd around the time
    of the depot's construction. After Walter Bond took over the
    house in 1882, a second story and east wing with a summer kitchen
    to the south were added. The house is clapboard on brick piers,
    with a side gabled tin roof having two gabled dormers on the
    north side and one on the south side. A porch with sguare posts
    and decorative wooden brackets extends across the front (north)
    elevation. The rear porch has been enclosed to accommodate
    indoor plumbing. The house features double front and back doors
    with sidelights and transoms, a central hall, and a curved
    staircase with elaborate millwork. Walter Bond, the nephew of
    Walter Lloyd, was a merchant and planter and was responsible for
    Jefferson County's first cottonseed oil plant.

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    1. You know what, Mr. P? I had never read that! And it answered a question I've always had about the house which was whether or not it was originally built as a one or two story building. Now I know! I had thought one story myself, because of the way the baseboard molding extends into the little closet under the stairway but when I asked the Lloyd authority on everything about that, she said that no, it had always been a two story building. She was quite old but not THAT old. She died a few years ago. She lived in this house as a child and later as an adult with her own children.
      I read the entry from the NRofHP to Glen this morning and he was a bit stunned himself. I said, "Can you believe we just learned more about our house from a man who lives in Yorkshire, England?
      Thank you so much!

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  15. your house is about 20 years older than my house in the city was which was built in the late 1870s as I recall. no sign but there was a date written in the concrete of the old flue when it was wet in the attic. oh, that bamboo...kick me will ya. I'll show you.

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    1. I did not know that your old house in the city was that old. Cool!
      Yeah. The bamboo is eventually going to win and we all know this.

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  16. Goodness, you have to keep a close eye on that bamboo. I never knew!
    I'm thinking that Mr. Moon must have a tool that would remove it.

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    1. He said he can get it out of there but I doubt he ever will unless I remind him.

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