We live along a very busy road in the middle of this tiny college community here in Smythe, Oregon. It is often a challenge to back out of the top driveway to our house, and this is only magnified by the hundreds of plants I've added along the road to try to "beautify" the portion of yard that meets the street.
I've added sunflowers, lavender, bee balm, larkspur, a few plants from my neighbor, a very large trumpet vine that I was told by the owner of the greenhouse was WYSTERIA, and several lilac bushes. (There was until a few weeks ago a rather LARGE forsythia bush as well, but Tightwad conveniently took care of that. May he R.I.P.)
Sassy and I were attempting to back out the other day when I commented offhandedly, "I need to trim some of these plants so we can see better! This is harder than usual."
"Mom, ¥ou DO know what some of those plants look like, don't you?"
"What are you talking about? The real tall plants with yellow flowers?? I can't remember what their name is..."
"Yeah. They look like marijuana."
"WHAT???? No they, wait, um, holy crap! Oh my GOD THEY DO! I never thought..."
"Jeez, mom. You are a teacher, and you've got what looks like pot growing in our front yard.
Oh Good Lord, I never fail to dig myself into a hole. Now here, someone throw some dirt on top of me and be done with it.