I spoke too soon, and too confidently, two days ago. On the day before the Ides of August, I spent the morning in the garden. A bad guy patrol for invasive and weeds, mowing the grass, raking the driveway, and pruning two tea olives in front of the house.
On the 15th, Monday, the first day back for students in our county, I was sitting on the sun porch celebrating the successful completion of the first day of teaching for the year, and then I looked up in the back yard. I did not like what I saw. I got out the binoculars. No doubting it. Skunk vine over ten feet up a pine tree. Native clematis, smilax, grapevine, too, but also unmistakably mixed in was skunk vine, blooming.
When I got home today it started to rain and it was too dark to see in the woods back there, so my plan to at least cut the vines and clean up the roots later will have to wait another day.
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