I’m on a mission from God.

OK, I’m just gardening, but since I am in the throes of removing a border of yucca…I’m going to give you a moment to consider that…

Yes, I am removing an entire raised bed of yucca that is beside our pool. This is my third summer at it and as God, and very probably Satan, are my witnesses it will be gone. This is a break. Yucca is one serious plant. It does not belong in Michigan. The foliage is never really attractive, the flowers aren’t either nor are they fragrant and, get this, they have tiny razor sharp – can’t think of the right word – prickly sort of things that sting if you think about touching the plant. Isn’t that the perfect thing to plant right next to where people will be walking in swimsuits.

If there is ever full scale nuclear war, in the aftermath, it’s just going to be cockroaches, rats and yucca. If that doesn’t give one’s will to live a kick in the pants I don’t know what does.