The buddleia wars began in earnest yesterday, and
possibly claimed the first victim in the way spelling’s
antiquated by a ‘j’; buddleja is the genus name, that
is after Rev Buddle supposedly - but we’ll leave it to
purists whomever to wrangle with; our mission, - by
fair means or foul - is to civilise this butterfly bush -
but in exposing our reputations we’re bowed by the
magnitude of what seemed an easy task
She claims only five years since its last trimming, an
entangled & intertwined fete that will endow us a no-
quarter contest, making our efforts all be considered
rudimentary failures; there’s no way we can beat its
intermeshed & free-range confidence into a hedge;
so maybe a bulldozer is the easy out
But there’s no case to answer; & we’ll crawl our way
into the mesh with hand-wielded secateur & pruning
shears held at the high port, cutting it frond by frond,
then try and drag cut lengths free such as combined
strength’ll disport, but so far it’s taught us we are all
pretty much constrained to the losing team …
© 29 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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