"Vini, Vidi Spiderwort, Vici Spiderwort"
"Sighted Spiderwort, Sank Same"
... well, you get the idea.
Die, pretty blue flowers, die!
Okay, relax, I'm not really killing them, but I am really cutting them.
They will resprout ... sigh ...
Before you judge me too harshly or check the URL to see if this really is Pure Florida, hear my case.
PFHQ is 10 acres of wild Florida with about one of those acres devoted to buildings, gardens, and lawn.
I use the term "lawn" loosely here ... it's got some grass here and there, and we mow it, so I'm pretty sure it's a lawn of some sort.
Look at the picture above, the subtropical jungle is right off the starboard bow of PFHQ Central. Spiderwort is welcome to grow anywhere else on the planet except in my garden and in the tiny bit of "lawn" that surrounds the house.
But, noooooo, spiderwort was not content to live on the margins. All it took was a few sensitive moments on my part while mowing ...
" Hey, isn't that little clump of spiderwort pretty? I'll just mow around it this time ..."
And this happened ... an explosion of pollinating, seed producing flowerpowered sexual reproduction ... I think the bees were in on this too and the butterflies have a guilty look about them.
I let them have their fun all winter, but the house zone was beginning to look like the owners moved out back in January and we can't have that.
So yesterday I fired up the trusty MowFlex exercise machine and did some slicin' & dicin'.
It was strangely satisfying.