A Futile Battle

I have a gift for planting the exact wrong thing in the exact wrong place. To wit: Seabreeze bamboo. I thought something in that space for shade would be wonderful, not realizing that the bamboo would grow 30 feet tall and almost as wide.

The picture indicates work to cut it back/thin it out, done over several days… because early mornings and late evenings are best if one doesn’t wish to pass out from the heat.

I stopped here because reality dawned: The thing will be right back to it’s previous bulk within a month. Ah, well. (Another way to say “F*^% it.”)

I miss Daisy.