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Last week at work, I was told to make a headline in the copy for a webpage I was working on “more bombastic.” I couldn’t place the word exactly - it didn’t feel good or bad - but it felt out of place.
A search reveals that bombastic is “high-sounding with little meaning.” Not exactly good for copy that is meant to be straightforward and descriptive. And also not good when it comes to overzealous weeds in the garden.
Now, is Virginia Creeper a weed? I’d love to know what you think.
On the one hand, it’s taken over a fence in the garden and the coverage is nice. However, I’m unhappy that it replaced an evergreen, sweet-smelling, flowering vine that was once the dominant figure on that fence. No idea why or how that even happened. When I was not looking apparently.
And now, it’s freaking everywhere. Ev-er-y-where. Growing up the house. Turning down every lane. Darker here, bolder there… quieter under there, until, bam… if we left for a month our home would look like this image I found on the internet of a Virgina Creeper-sided house.
This weekend, I suddenly stopped what I was doing, found the shears, and cut out whole swaths of Virginia Creeper before I took the girls to the pool to meet a friend.
It was growing behind the wood panel and into the front door! It was overtaking whole plains of mulch at the front window. It was quite literally creeping into the yard, just slithering in like a silent red and green snake. It was hanging unapologetically from bushes and structures and branches… How dare you!
I heaved a whole load of it over the back fence and left in a huff.