The other day, my husband's uncle asked me what kudzu was and what it looked like. I paused. How to respond?
"Well," I said, searching my memory, "it's green."
"Green."
"Yes, and it's vine and it kills trees."
Well, I summed it up rather nicely, if rather boringly. How do you describe kudzu? I don't think you can really. You have to see it to understand it. I tried explaining how it covers everything in its path, how it transforms the land and turns it into something out of The Twilight Zone, but being a Northerner, he still couldn't get an idea of what kudzu really is.
Southerners grow up with kudzu. It's like the red-headed stepchild of the south; something you have but don't want to acknowledge.
When I was asked how large the leaves are, I couldn't remember. It's not something I studied in school and I didn't go out in the fields and stare at it neither. This southern gal couldn't do her momma proud in this instant.
So, I am sending him a picture of kudzu, and maybe he will get the picture. Get it? Get the picture....? Oh, alright, I'll shut up.
Check out this website to see some awesome pictures of kudzu. Looks like a bunch of kneeling aliens to me.
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