Beneath the small caves near my old home place… Burleson Mountain everyone knows that the rich greenery abundantly grows. Rocks, buildings, fences, the fields; a smothering vine with no special appeal.
Visitors to the land are amazed at how it frames the caves; to a southerner it is like a pest that will not go away. The vine attaches itself to anything; it is not particular it does not care a thriving sort that grows everywhere.
Worthless, you cannot eat it; it is never big enough to give you a shade. Yet it does have its own beauty as its greenery cascades over the side of the rocky cliff below the caves.
It adds beauty to the tops of tarpaper shacks; entwines the cotton stalk a problem for pickers with a sacks on their back. People who live where the Kudzu grows have made their peace with this dark green neighbor, they understand. It is deep-rooted deep in the south’s history, when you think of Kudzu…you think of Dixie Land.
Love and Peace
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Kudzu is not a southerner’s friend. It is like the shadows of evening melting into the Eastern sky. It has no practical use, maybe it does as it hangs around forever covering anything that does not move.
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Author’s Artwork: Alabama cotton fields Cir. 1850 – Acrylics and Watercolor