The neighbor apparently isn’t fighting her portion of the trumpet vine as insanely as I am, and this little bough dropped over the fence and started blooming quite fetchingly. Which makes me so angry, given its pissy attitude. I hate. This. Vine.
Since early spring, a certain bratty-looking leafy plant has been popping up all over my yard. All over it. Up through monkey grass, up through hydrangeas, around the roses, out in the middle of the yard where it has no neighbors, along the driveway, hugging concrete, around the bird bath, peeking through the slits in the fence from my neighbor’s side, everywhere. At first I mistook it for some kind of volunteer tree, until I…
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