Kudzu Can Grow On You

Kudzu Wickliffe 07-25-2014Just east of Wickliffe on 121, there’s a stretch of road about a mile long that has always felt spooky to me. In the summertime, all of the trees on either side of the road are covered in Kudzu.

The green photos were taken July 25, 2014.

I’m keeping my distance

Kudzu Wickliffe 07-25-2014When I pulled of to take these photos, I kept my distance. It felt like if you got too close, the vines would reach out and drag you into the greenery like a spider pulling a fly into its web.

Kudzu doesn’t like cold

Kudzu Wickliffe KY 04-01-2014If you drive through there after a freeze, though, it’s a different story.

The brown photos were taken April 1, 2014.

Introduced in 1876

Kudzu Wickliffe 07-25-2014Kudzu was introduced to the United States in 1876 at the Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia, The Amazing Story of Kudzu website says. The Japanese built a beautiful garden filled with plants from their country. The large leaves and sweet-smelling blossoms captured in imagination of American gardeners who used it for ornamental purposes.

Too much of a good thing

Kudzu Wickliffe 07-25-2014The Soil Conservation Service promoted Kudzu for erosion control in the 1930s, and farmers were paid as much as eight dollars an acre to plant the vines in the 1940s.

The problem was that Kudzu grows TOO well: as much as a foot a day during summer months, and up to sixty feet a year. The U.S. stopped advocating the use of the plant in 1953 because it would overwhelm everything in its path – trees, utility poles, fences, crops and slow-moving cattle. (OK, I made that last one up.)

Lots of uses

Kudzu Wickliffe KY 04-01-2014The Kudzu website lists a variety of uses for the prolific plant, but I know what I’d do with it if I ever had an annoying neighbor. I’d plant a stand of Kudzu on the property line, point to the neighbor’s house and say, “Sic ’em.” With luck, the plant would cover the house in no time. You wouldn’t even want to think what would happen to the inhabitants (unless you have a really, dark, twisted mind).

Click on the photos to make them larger, but I’d stay at least a foot away from the monitor if you are a slow reader.

Adcock Is Nuts About Pecans

Adcock Pecans - Tifton GA 07-24-2014Wife Lila asked me to keep my eyes open for pecans. When I left the motel in Tifton, Georgia, this morning I noticed a sign that said Adcock Pecans and Peanuts “handful or truckloads.”

After an excellent breakfast of waffles and country ham at Waffle House, I asked some of the folks in there if Adcock had good deals or it they were just a tourist trap.

The concensus was that they had been around forever, but it wasn’t someplace that locals go. There are too many pecan trees around for anybody to pay for them, one man pointed out.

Better not buy them

Adcock Pecans - Tifton GA 07-24-2014When I walked into the place, which was about the size of a football field, if not longer, I encountered table after table of really pretty pecans and other goodies. I called Wife Lila to ask if she wanted me to get any.

She said the price was “okay, but not great.” On second thought, she said, don’t buy them: by the time they get hauled all over the country in a hot car, they probably wouldn’t be any good.

“It’s the same car I’m going to be riding in,” I objected.

There was a long, long pause. I got the point.

Here is a link to the Adcock website, if you are interested.

 

Going to the Dogs

Dog Ft Pierce FL 07-23-2014I got held up a little this morning by a hot cell right over our house. Not only was it raining, but just as I put my hand on the aluminum screen door on the porch, there was a flash of lightning that must have hit a block away, followed by a clap of thunder almost strong enough to bowl me over.

I decided to wait inside.

When the last thing was loaded, I reached over to turn the key to get the AC blasting and heard “Whirrr, whirr, whir, silence.” I haven’t done much driving lately, and I had the car’s interior lights on for a long time last night, so the battery was dead. That’s not a good omen for the start of a trip.

Once I got clear of the yard, stopped for gas and got on the highway, though, life improved. I’m listening to a really interesting audiobook, A Higher Call, “an incredible true storm of combat and chivalry in the war-torn skies of WWII.” That made the miles go by quickly.

A neighbor I hadn’t expected

I stopped at the Steak ‘n’ Shake in Ft. Pierce for lunch. When I finished, I noticed a vehicle parked pretty close to my driver side. It had the window down and I could see a figure behind the wheel. I calculated that the driver was waiting for someone to come out, so I sidled between the two cars with my back to the neighbor.

When I got to where the window was, I heard a low, guttural sound more like an intake of breath than a “WOOOOOF.” I turned to look this guy in the eye. He had an equally big friend behind the wheel.

I thought, this is REALLY going to be a bad way to start a trip.

I give the animals credit. They never barked; they never acted agitated, in fact, despite the fact that we were almost touching each other, they didn’t take much interest in me.

For the record, I wasn’t concerned that the owner had left them unattended in the vehicle: both windows were down, it was a fairly cool, overcast morning, and the dogs weren’t panting from the heat.

I pulled into Tifton, Georgia, shortly before dark, with 436 miles of 1,100 in my rearview mirror.

By the way, you can click on the dog if you want to make him larger, but he was PLENTY large enough for me.