The dreaded yucca plant is a Georgia native. Who knew? My friend Gloria, who is a horticulturalist, told me so. As far as I'm concerned, the yucca comes from the same level of hell as cacti, bayberry and holly bushes. They are all pokey and evil. Nuff said.
For the past 3 months, mom and I have been deciding what to do with the yuccas. They were overgrown and had loads of dead bits, overall a very unattractive addition to our side/front bed.
I voted to dig them up. You can't possibly get rid of yuccas, even if you pull them up by the very root. Last time we pulled them out by the root, we broke a pitchfork.
Yuccas put out these crazy rhizomes that look like sweet potatoes, that break at the slightest provocation and will create more and more and more yuccas. It is sort of like the Hydra of Greek mythology... cut off one head and three grow back. Pull out one yucca and the roots will take over the world. But I digress.
Mom's position was to simply cut the yuccas down to the ground and allow them to regrow. Sure, if you want to do it the easy way.
So this morning was spent cutting yuccas back to the ground. Do you know what...? It was fun! There is nothing like the cutting back of an evil, pokey plant, then digging in its innards and pulling out huge handfuls of dead yucca guts. What a cathartic experience! I didn't even mind the extra waterfalls of sweat cascading down my head and neck into the extra thick, long sleeved shirt which is required when working with the villainous evergreen. It was worth every gallon of it. It was also worth the blisters that came from using the wrong tool to cut through the never ending spikes. Oh the joy of seeing them razed to the ground!
Today, I thought gardening was OK.
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